So I’m having a baby, and with just a few weeks to go the reality of it all has yet to sink in. This may be due, in part, to me not really having a ‘bump’ till my 6th month. I have been told that I am ‘carrying small’ despite the bump charting above the expected BMI at every midwife appointment. Big on the inside, small on the outside it would seem – and so I have been lucky enough to escape the dreaded maternity fashion gauntlet that all mums to be inevitably face.
Truth be told, it hasn’t been easy. Maternity fashion appears to be an endless sea of breton and grey marl. And whilst I wear the aforementioned on occasion, I have staunchly refused to be sucked into the vortex of bland maternity fashion. With that said, leggings have been a great comfort during the final home stretch, but one must draw the line. Just as my pride has not yet allowed me to surrender my lapel to TFL, I have been very principled about retaining both my identity and my style throughout pregnancy. My body may be changing, and of course, in some ways I am changing as a person too. But in order to not feel oaf-like, frumpy and an albeit larger shell of myself, I need to be able to look in the mirror and see some semblance of ME.
Which brings me back neatly to the title of this post. Navigating these maternity streets hasn’t been easy. I managed to work with my existing wardrobe (and the hubby’s) for as long as I could. But as winter set in he needed his jumpers back, and so I was forced to discover new ways to lovingly clothe Bump Berry.