It’s finally happened: I have broken the stone-in-weight-gain barrier. Which means my beloved Uniqlo skinny jeans have been relegated to the bottom drawer of my dresser, not to be seen again until May (although lets face it, probably at least August) and I am well into the world of lycra and beautiful beautiful jersey. I’m finding it more difficult to dress for this pregnancy than the last as I spend so much time at home or running errands. Last time I had a regular occasion – work – to be dressing for which made it easier to not slob around in my dressing gown all day (bedclothes being frowned upon in an office). This time there is far less motivation to get out of my PJs but I’m trying, I’m really really trying. Before midday at least.
Here’s a selection of things I’ve worn, weeks 23-30:
The last 7 weeks have seen more dresses, more tights and a bit of an epiphany. My old faithful Topshop maternity jeans (the kind with a small bump band at the waistband) had began falling down and tugging them up every five minutes was becoming uncomfortable, not to mention annoying. So I asked Twitter’s opinion on the best maternity jeans out there and had so many recommendations to visit H&M. The Twitter ladies (and one man) were completely right; the jeans were so comfortable that when I tried them on in the shop I removed my old Topshop Leighs and wore the H&M version home. The bump band stretches up to the top of my tummy which is not irritating as I anticipated but instead is extremely supportive. They’re nice and long and at around £25 were particularly good value; I’m already considering a third child just so I’ll get a bit more wear out of them (HAH!).
3. A slob day at home in a non-maternity shirt from Therapy over a Topshop maternity vest, Topshop Leigh jeans, Topshop stripy cardigan and slippers. 4. a 70th birthday party in a Zara dress with GAP short-sleeve jumper over, H&M blazer, Topshop handbag and M&S boots.
On the recommendation of the previously pregnant ladies of Twitter I also bought some H&M maternity leggings which again get full marks for comfort and supportiveness.
5. The standard slob outfit: a Ralph Lauren Breton striped tee over an American Apparel dress and hoodie with Topshop Leigh jeans and Converse. 6. More errand running in a Topshop maternity denim shirt, M&S blazer, eBay leggings and TK Maxx flats.
Because I’m getting a bit bored of the constant rotation of 3 pairs of maternity jeans and a pair of black leggings, last month I also bought some crazier leggings in a larger size than normal off eBay. They’re all low-rise so they fit nicely under the bump, and they make my outfits a bit more interesting than if I were just wearing denim. Plus I’m hoping they’ll see me through the summer when my legs will be a bit paler and wobblier than I’d like.
7. More slobbing in stripes with a £50% off GAP top, Topshop hoodie, new H&M maternity skinny jeans and Converse. 8. Dinner with Kaisa and husband in the GAP lycra dress of dreams and a Topshop necklace.
I’m a big fan of the GAP 50% sale and always set aside time and funds for me and Elfie to have a good shop there for some basics. This season has been no different and I’ve purchased a couple of comfy tops in a size up to accommodate the bump as well as a lovely full-length black dress with a generous amount of lycra that’ll see me for a wedding I’m going to at 36 weeks. This dress is amazing: it smooths over any lumps and bumps and clings to the tummy, I am in love with it. It’s available online at full price but I got it for £20 in my local branch of GAP.
Aside from the jeans and leggings, I haven’t bought any more clothes from a maternity range in the last 7 weeks. I look at them, probably weekly, but I just can’t find any that I think are flattering and non-frumpy. I haven’t checked out brands such as Isabella Oliver because I can’t justify that sort of money on clothes I will be wearing only for a few months, but for now I’m still quite happy with buying clothes a size up and layering them over my Topshop and Mamas and Papas maternity vests.
Dressing the football under your shirt, it’s not easy.