Thou shalt not wear a dressing gown in public

When I mentioned the uni-boob scenario the other day, it was an attempt at being amusing. My mother read it and all she could think was: “Good grief, my child needs to be clothed!” She speedily got in touch, in her worried mother way – a way I shall soon learn, no doubt.

Although I may have been guilty of slightly exaggerating – I do tend to do that – I am genuinely grateful that she’s offered to buy me maternity clothes. I’ve finally come to terms with the fact that my vague hope that I could keep wearing my pre-baby clothes throughout my pregnancy was laughably unrealistic. This only works for women who wear oversized jumpers to begin with, I think. Looking at my wardrobe now, I’d never noticed before how waistline centric so many of my things are.

As I’ve said before, I’m not good at buying things for myself. I attach guilt to the prospect. But Mummy’s right, as mums often are. Even if it feels silly to buy things for the next few months, that’s a long time to wear pajama bottoms and a dressing gown.

This top was the first thing I outgrew and this picture was taken the weekend the creature was most likely conceived (you're welcome for 'too much info')

I do wonder if I’ve resisted buying maternity clothes for reasons beyond the state of our bank account. I’m shocked every time I look at myself in the mirror with my top off or rearrange my boobs into a comfortable position for sleep. Perhaps there is an element of denial at play here. Though I’m heavy and ill at ease, I do forget that I am pregnant from time to time. So maybe, when I look down, I’m expecting to see the body of the woman pictured above.

But there is something I like about being obviously pregnant. Even with my coat on, there is now no mistaking that I’m pregnant, whereas before I’d mention it and people would be surprised – as if we blow up overnight. It’s a public thing now. A public and private happiness.

[she/her] • writer • unschooler • team Soul Farm • Revillaging podcast • breastfeeding counsellor • Trinidadian in Cornwall

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  • On a slight tangent, I was reading about fathers walking about in dressing gowns at dawn pushing a pram in the book you gave me. I suppose to lull them to sleep. So maybe I’ll be the one wearing a dressing gown in public soon.

  • You’ve so got to embrace the maternity wardrobe – and so many lovely things out there now in high street shops which means you don’t have to wear a tent. V important for general well-being-ness of self I find! xxx

    • I can imagine you’ve found some very stylish bits for yourself, Lucy. I had a vague look around yesterday but was generally unimpressed but probably wasn’t looking in the right places. Will take another look this weekend.

  • I share your ‘inability’ to clothes-shop for myself, yes I do think it must be a guilt thing. Mad as it might sound, I was lucky enough to be in Malaysia during early pregnancy and managed to get a decent enough maternity wardrobe at a fraction of what it would cost in the UK, oh the other trick I found worked, was I found some shirts (sshh….men’s really) that I really liked (and bought those those with the excuse that I could pass them back to DH after I was done with them (like that happened! 🙂

    • Actually my father-in-law picked me up a couple of things in India which are doing the trick too. But it was fantastic fun actually buying clothes this weekend and wearing my actual size without being obscene. Haha, I like your men’s shirts idea. I already steal Laurence’s jumpers now and then.