31 weeks and counting

So here I am, 31 weeks pregnant and now proudly sporting a bona fide baby bump. My last pregnancy related post was at around 15 weeks, and during the weeks since then I’ve blossomed into a fully fledged pregnant person (as opposed to the early-pregnancy me who just looked a bit like a woman who’d eaten a few too many Big Macs).

My use of the word ‘blossomed’ there may be slightly inaccurate. Take last week for example when I had a complete meltdown at 7am because my beloved maternity black skinny jeans were still damp, and I somehow could no longer fit into the Topshop maternity dress I thought was an investment because it ‘would see me through all stages of pregnancy’. Continue reading “31 weeks and counting”