When I realised I was going to be pregnant in summer, I was pretty relieved – well, right up until the point when I realised I wasn’t going to be able to fit into any of my favourite summer dresses, anyway.
I know a lot of people would say summer is the worst possible time to be pregnant, but luckily for me (Or not-so-luckily, depending on your point of view…), Scotland doesn’t tend to get hot enough for it to be uncomfortable (Or, you know, warm…) most of the time, and I figured it would be a whole lot easier/more comfortable to just be able to throw on a skirt or dress every day, rather than struggling into the dreaded tights, or having to think about layers, etc. Because you all know how I feel about tights and layers, right?
So far, I think I was right about that: I’ve more or less been living in stretchy dresses and skirts, like this one from the Topshop maternity range, which has been on constant rotation since it arrived. The thing I like about skirts like this one is that, as well as being comfortable, the figure-hugging shape also makes it a bit more obvious that the bump is a baby, and not just all those Chinese takeaways I can’t seem to stop thinking about. I know that probably sounds really shallow of me to even care, but, well, last week someone greeted me with the words, “Wow, you’re getting really FAT now, aren’t you?!” so… yeah.
(The person in question did know I was pregnant, so I’m hoping it was just a poor choice of words, but the expression on Terry’s face was absolutely priceless!)
Of course, I’m still only 16 weeks right now (And feel like I’ve been stuck at this stage forever, basically…), so I’m REALLY not looking forward to the last few months, when boots and tights will become a necessity, but for now I’m enjoying the sunshine while I can – and keeping everything crossed that there’s a little bit more of it in store!
Happiness 10 t-shirt
Dorothy Perkins flats
Michael Kors bag*