I'm starting to feel like society has some seriously unrealistic expectations for what a full-term pregnant woman looks like. Maybe it's celebs? Happy to show of their "cute" little bumps but when the end is in site they go into hiding. And who can blame em? At a time when you're feeling just a tad insecure that you've ballooned to size of a small village it seems like everyone has the right to comment on your size. "Ooo, coming any day?" I suddenly feel like applausing Demi Moore for boldly gracing the cover of Vanity Fair naked at seven months pregnant and proudly showing off her bump (although i'll be frank, i'm really not a massive fan of naked pregnant bellies, I much prefer them under some clothing. But you get my point). With just over two months to go I was starting to wonder that come 9 months I would resemble one of the contestants from The World's Strongest Man, hauling one of those Atlas balls around with me. But then I had my latest docs appointment where I was told i'm measuring right on track for 29 weeks. And with that I happily scoffed a whole giant bar of Cadburys milk chocolate with Dime and stuck two fingers up to the rest of the world.
Ah the ramblings of a hormonal, emotional pregnant lady. At least you don't have to live me :-)
Happy weekends y'all x
Dress: thrifted and adjusted by me
Shoes: New Look