It’s funny what being pregnant does to you. As someone who was on the verge of destroying every air conditioning system ever made and the person who cleverly invented it, it came as quite a surprise to me that it has now become my friend.

I was always cold. Even on my honeymoon I had to buy a hooded jumper from the hotel shop to sunbathe in. I kid you not. Every time a colleague opened the window at work or dared crank up the air conditioning I put on my coat, filled up my hot water bottle and sat shivering in the corner.

As such I live in an oven. Actually it’s more like an aga. It never gets cold. When guests come over they always know to wear summer clothes whatever the season and often complain about the sauna-like atmosphere. But I liked it that way.

And when I first had to buy maternity clothes and saw the shockingly few clothes made with long sleeves or wool I was disturbed. How was I going to get through the next nine months if none of the clothes that fit me could keep me warm? Were maternity clothing designers unaware that people are pregnant through each season and providing a variety of cardigans and jumpers wouldn’t go amiss?

Thing is, recently, despite thinking it would never happen to me, my temperature gauge has changed. Now I am always hot. I know it’s been hot outside, but even before this and even when it’s been much cooler, I can’t seem to feel the cold. Last week I ended up sleeping in my living room because it was slightly cooler than my bedroom and one day last week I sat next to my fan doing nothing for an hour just to try and cool down, and it didn’t help.

I have even contemplated sleeping in my car because it has air conditioning.

I realise that pregnancy makes you warmer. I might not understand all the reasons why but I know it can happen. But anyone who knows me even a little bit will know that for me to be hot something really weird must be happening. I have lost some of my identity and I am not sure I like it.

So forgive me for being ever so slightly controversial but can this heatwave stop please, now. I miss my coat. (Not that it fits me anymore.)