Fifth Day of Blog - Summer Challenges

I know I've been mentioning the heat a lot the last five days since I started the blog. Perhaps the whole country is going through a heat wave. It must be global warming. Today I wore anon-maternity stretch sports top, sleeveless. I just had to beat the heat. Even my maternity jean skirt, which goes above the knee, is way too suffocating on the 90 degree days. The stretch top is made of cotton, all I can wear right now. But, boy, was it stretched out. All my pregnancy glory was showing for all the world to see. Thank goodness I didn't venture too far from my neighborhood. I don't quite have the maternity wardrobe that, say, Tori Spelling has.  If I could buy a mod dress for every day of my pregnancy, I would. But as it stands now, my maternity clothes consist of the ones I wore during my 2006 pregnancy with my daughter, plus a few add-ons that aren't really maternity clothes. I have a cotton Indian top that's XL. It works. And a wrap around skirt, which will work as long as there isn't a strong wind on the days I wear it. (That wouldn't be a pretty sight if there were a gust.) Then there are those cotton stretch shirts made for casual, sporty situations. The stretch is essential...stretched right over a huge pregnant belly.  Finding something to wear on the bottom quite a challenge.That is going to be a topic for another day.
With the heat, it's hard to want to look good. Sweating the second your feet touch the pavement is not really conducive to fine clothing wear, hairstyles and makeup. In fact, just getting the hair up in a ponytail or a in bobby pins is as much effort as I can put in. On those really steamy days, I just go the two blocks and back to take my daughter to summer pre-school and back.  The stretch tops and make shift maternity clothes will have to do. Although I'm sure her teachers would appreciate a little more style and pizzaz, pregnant or not.  At night, I switch into men's boxer shorts and a stretchy pajama top with support for the breast so I can rid myself of my hot, constricting, perspiration-soaked bra.  Freedom!  And feet up.The AC does the rest.  Stepping out of my apartment requires real effort to at least look somewhat presentable on a daily basis in this boiling NYC summer. My suggestion again: Get pregnant in September to avoid pregnancy in the hot summer months!