Rebecca Adlington keeps a diary for M&B throughout her pregnancy. Read Week 28: The double Olympic gold medallist puts her increasingly swollen feet up on holiday
It feels like I’ve been pregnant forever. So, it’s good to finally be in the third trimester. I’m very pregnant. Harry and I are just back from a week in Dubai – our last holiday as a couple. Yesterday, I was poolside. It was really warm and I had to sit down. My feet were swollen and I couldn’t stand up. It was a shock.
I should be used to the heat. There were a lot of babies at the hotel and we noticed that the parents couldn’t just lie around and relax. And during meals none of the mums and dads were talking to each other – one was always trying to get the baby to sleep while the other ate. We were like, ‘How are we going to manage?’
The flight was a nightmare, crammed into a little space for eight hours and having to pee every 45 minutes
The flight was a nightmare, crammed into a little space for eight hours and having to pee every 45 minutes. My foot swelled up so much I could hardly move it. After getting up at 5.30am to catch the flight, I was so tired I passed out on Harry’s shoulder before take-off.
Laying on the loungers by the pool, I was like, ‘My leg’s got pins and needles!’ I’d have to get up and move around. One day the baby just wouldn’t stop wriggling so I went into the pool and felt so much better. She must have been like, ‘I’m too hot, cool me down!’
I’m a gin-and-tonic girl, really, but now I have tonic with a bit of elderflower cordial
I had a few mocktails. I haven’t had a drink since our honeymoon in September, but one night I tried a drop of Harry’s wine. My body said, ‘Oh, my God, no!’ It was really weird. I just couldn’t drink it. I’m a gin-and-tonic girl, really, but now I have tonic with a bit of elderflower cordial.
It was good to get away. At home, there’s always something to do – unload the dishwasher, put the washing on, sort the dog. My muscles have a weird dull ache. I feel sick after meals because there’s not enough room for food. And I’m short of breath – but I think that could just be because I talk too much!
But, thank God, no leaky boobs as yet. I’ve noticed a few stretchmarks on my love handles and legs. From day one I’ve put cream on my belly and boobs. Now I’m putting it all over.
From day one I’ve put cream on my belly and boobs. Now I’m putting it all over
I’m just starting to get over the jet lag, but I’m waking up a lot more often at night, because I need to change position as well as needing a pee. I wriggle a lot and Harry’s like, ‘Oh stop it!’ I used to sleep on my back in a star shape, but now I’m on my side. When I wake up in the morning, I go to jump out of bed and I’m like, ‘OK, I can’t jump any more.’ I need to roll and slide and lift. I’ve got a manoeuvre!
The baby’s used to hearing me talk, but I’m getting Harry to talk to her too
It’s all starting to feel a lot more real. I’ve booked my NCT classes and I read Gina Ford’s The New Contented Little Baby on holiday. The baby’s used to hearing me talk, but I’m getting Harry to talk to her too. He said he didn’t know what to say, so I said, ‘Why don’t you tell her about your day?’ It’s nice that she gets to know his voice too. And we bought the baby’s first swimming costume when we were away. It’s so cute.
I am being a bit snappy, though. If someone asks me a question I’ll say, ‘YES’ and be a bit short without meaning to be, just because I’m so frustrated at being so uncomfortable. The other night Harry said, ‘Right! I can’t deal with you!’ And he’s got the patience of a saint! Perhaps I’m being a bit emotional. On the flight back from Dubai, I cried watching Dolphin Tale 2. That’s pretty bad, isn’t it?
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