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Tummy Troubles...

I’m back in my husband N’s underwear again. Wearing them, that is. I remember this well from pregnancy last time around – that with an ever-expanding tummy, I was more comfortable in other people’s undies than I was in my own. My mum’s were particular favourites but hers are a few thousand miles away in Scotland which makes getting into them a little difficult.

N used to be a little larger of girth and at bedtime I like nothing better than clambering into his old, grey, slack-waisted Calvin’s. They are the height of comfort. Who needs slinky maternity pyjamas when you’ve got options like that? Very thoughtfully, he even puts them aside for me in his drawer – underwear I can wear, underwear I can’t....

At 17 weeks, my tummy is at an awkward stage. Upon waking up in the morning you’d be hard pushed to think I was pregnant at all but after a few slices of PB&J on toast, I’m pushing the entitlements on my regular sweat pants. Being prone to bloating anyway, by night time I look (and waddle) like I’m womb-wielding a 38-weeker. Making N’s saggy underwear with the shot elastic an even more inviting place to be.

Undies aside, the second is a tricky trimester to dress for. I’m too big for my regular jeans, not large enough to qualify for new preggo ones. I bought a pair of maternity pants but they’re too roomy and the seat of them keeps ending up around my knees. The rapper look is all good but not on a 33-year-old pregnant woman with ‘mom hair’ and little in the way of bling.

I didn’t bring any of my maternity clothes over from the UK when we moved so have no attic to turn to either. And shopping for bump-friendly garments when toting a toddler isn’t half as much fun as it was the first time – especially when as a foreigner, you haven’t a clue which stores to hit up. I’m prone to panic buying when I’m out with Eliza and at the first signs of toddler angst in the shopping cart, I start blindly sweeping things off shelves or hangers in the hope of getting to the check-out before meltdown o’clock. And as for trying stuff on in-store? Please....

Thank goodness for friends here who have recommended US online stores. I’m still eagerly awaiting my first purchase so am grateful my parents are arriving this weekend for a visit. They’ve gone into their attic where, during a spell of uncharacteristic organisation on my part before leaving the UK, I stored vacuum-packed bundles of  maternity and baby clothes. Up there are garments taking me through the various trimester and nursing seasons – all complete with colour-coded stickers.

I’m oddly excited about seeing what treasures will come out of my parents’ luggage via their attic. I was a definite celebrator of baby bump last time around, flying in the face of my floaty pre-pregnancy wardrobe with tight-fitting tops sporting all manner of horizontal stripes to pay homage to the burgeoning baby inside me. Well, what other time in life can you rejoice in being treble the size?

It’s been five months since I last saw my folks – and Eliza her grandparents! I’m so looking forward to their visit – not just for the fashion doors it will open for me. We’re planning a family trip to New England, our first break away since arriving in the US.

Plus, my mum will be so busy playing with Eliza it’s unlikely she’ll even notice the knickers in her suitcase disappearing....

 

 

 

 

 

 

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