B and I decided early on that we weren’t going to find out the sex of the baby. Actually, I say that, to be honest I decided – B had to be persuaded (but first rule of pregnancy: mum always wins – my body, my way… heh). It’s actually out of character for me – I’m an overplanner who doesn’t really know how to handle surprises – B is too. So it makes sense he’d want to know… and not much sense that I don’t. I don’t know where it came from but the more I thought about it the more I became determined to let nature surprise me. Then I read an article that listed the pros of my choice and among them was ‘It gives you an endless talking point for smalltalk, as everyone will have something to say about it’ – and to be completely honest that nailed it for me. I can’t do smalltalk. I’m quite aware of some of the things I could say, but I hate it so much that I just won’t and can’t do it. Quite frankly, if you’re someone I don’t really know I don’t care that you took the kid to the park at the weekend and I certainly don’t feel the need to tell you I spent mine painting a cupboard (true story – and see how boring that is). But people throwing their insane theories about the shape of me from behind as being indicative of my child’s sex (someone at work genuinely made me turn round for this)? I find that pretty entertaining, actually. And it’s my baby, so it’s a subject I care about discussing and actually have something to say about. I’m also mentally making a note of everyone’s guesses to work out whose crazy theory actually turns out good.
So I’ve had lots of conversations about the mystery gender of my child and guess what? There’s absolutely zero consensus. Aren’t you shocked! I, however, can only picture this baby as a boy. More precisely, I can only picture it as a miniature of B with absolutely zero of my own features. If it comes out a girl I’m going to be surprised, but hey, it’s 50-50. Either way, I’m really enjoying baby blue at the moment – but then, I always have. This dress with its quirky blue print and cute collar was right up my street for my mood right now because it just feels so spring-like to me. This is – I think – a new style from Karina Dresses – and I’m sure you’re not all that surprised to see another one of these popping up on this blog. They are the pregnant lady’s friend because they’re so stretchy and comfy and they often let me wear my seriously ugly maternity bras underneath. Unfortunately, I’ve developed a condition in one breast that is causing me immense pain on my ribcage meaning underwires are out until it clears up post-birth (I hope!!) and nursing bras are far more comfortable – but they come up pretty high on the chest most of the time.
Anyway, enough of my pregnancy woes – I could go on, but I do appreciate my path to baby has been pretty smooth so far compared to some and no one likes a complainer, right… To reiterate, if you can get your hands on one of these dresses they make great pregnancy, travel (they don’t crease!) and eating companions – and are generally just fab to run around in. And some styles now come in matching little girls’ styles, like this one, which is all too adorable.
Dress: Peggy Dress c/o Karina Dresses
Bag: vintage vanity case
Belt: from a Joanie Clothing dress
Shoes: B.A.I.T. Footwear (old)
It’s a funny one taking pictures in fit-and-flare shaped dresses at this stage (22 weeks) in my pregnancy. I always wore a waist cincher until I was pregnant and now I wouldn’t get my thick middle into it, let alone how uncomfortable it would be thanks to boob-of-woe. I end up clutching the bump as above just to prove there’s something actually in there and I’ve not just got a bit tubby! There were many photos I didn’t use because my body looked so weird in them – not distinctly pregnant, not distinctly unpregnant. I can only imagine this all gets a lot more fun as I get bigger and then again with a post-natal body…
Although it’s worth adding I’m now three weeks on from these photos and the bump is looking a little more pronounced these days, so maybe it’s not a problem I’ll have for much longer! Although that doesn’t stop everyone who meets me being surprised at how small I’m carrying…