Pretty much the moment I found out I was pregnant at four weeks, my flat stomach went pudge. A couple of weeks and my waist was distinctly thicker. A couple more and I had a bump. An actual bump at eight weeks! Hence the multiples jokes began. But no, there’s only one baby in there. My muscles just remember what they’re doing – a nice way of saying my body is a stretched out bag.
This week, I felt that uncomfortable familiar feeling I can’t quite describe where I know the bump is about to suddenly flop out. And it did! Feels like a proper bump now but I think I still just look like I have a pot belly rather than actually pregnant. My boobs are now in-between sizes of the bras I own and that doesn’t help either – how’s that for a little, familiar TMI? My consolation is that I can now feel the baby moving around in there from time to time.
Last time I was pregnant, I didn’t put much thought into what I wore and by the end of the pregnancy I was mainly in Laurence’s t-shirts and my one pair of maternity jeans. After all, it was only going to be 40 weeks of my life. I don’t think anything was wrong with that but it didn’t make me feel great and I wasn’t taking advantage of the time before the baby came and I’d have to get ready in the three seconds she’d let me put her down!
So this time, I’m giving it a bit more thought. I’m unlikely to sacrifice comfort for beauty (I’m on the hunt for mega comfy granny pants at the moment – nice!) but I’d like to keep wearing clothes that brighten my mood and make me want to sit up straight.
We went out last night to eat at the River Cottage Canteen over on Whiteladies Road in Bristol and it seemed as good an opportunity as any to start, so I resisted the temptation to just throw on a baggy top and some jeans, and run my fingers through my hair! We’ll see how long this continues.
Skirt from my blue gharara (draw string is very comfy!), stripy top (just about fits for now) and bracelet from a charity shop, black and gold handbag a hand-me-down and the hummingbird earrings are a copper creation of Christian Andersen, the Trinidad and Tobago designer.
Did you style your bump when you were pregnant or was it just about whatever hung around that fit?