I know many of you are awaiting wedding pics this week, and I promise that post is on its way. But meanwhile it’s business as usual over here, and last Wednesday’s office outfit shot.
Another existing wardrobe dress that flatters the bump – I’m increasingly relieved by how many of my frocks do actually have a spot of pleating over the tummy area!
As for the pose, I was told this week there is some discussion afoot in the blogosphere regarding the bump grab, and found myself irrationally annoyed by this. Frankly, pregnant women have far more pressing matters to consider than whether or not the way they are standing might somehow insult others – such as how long their legs will hold them upright, what with the extra blood being drained from extremities and pumped towards the small creature they are providing life support for in their middle. Or the two small creatures, in my case. Also, the backache that kicks in far earlier than you might expect, due to the fact that your insides shift almost as soon as you’re pregnant, tilting the pelvis forward, changing your centre of gravity and so the way you stand and, indeed, pose. And then there’s the fact that the bump can be quite uncomfortable. I’m finding the support of am XS boob tube worn under my clothes to provide a sort of belly band a huge relief, but sometimes, rubbing my fast-expanding skin or indeed holding my belly from beneath are the only ways to relieve the discomfort. Particularly if I’ve been, say, standing on a commuter train for a while, or walking around the shops – anything that jiggles!
But most importantly, there’s the fact that, as I have always preached (yes preached) on this here blog, women should be proud of their bodies whatever their shape and whatever the changes they are going through. I am simply enormous just now – there was no chance in hell I was going to be carried over the threshold after our wedding last night, unless Dapper wanted his back put out for good – and I am absolutely delighted with how I look. My body is somehow, miraculously, creating life. I am in awe of it. I am also feeling hugely privileged that, by some stroke of enormous good luck, Dapper and I are capable of this. I know some frankly far more deserving folks who would be such fantastic parents are not as blessed as we are, and I’m grateful for our fortune every single day. I want to protect it, and I want to caress it, not out of smugness, but out of sheer amazement.
I am extremely proud of and excited about my bump. I will grab it – or not – if I want to.