It’s not really visible in the above picture (and no, I am not going to pose in my underwear), but I am bursting out of my clothes, especially out of my bras. The C cup bras I recently purchased are cutting into the flesh – quite an unusual feeling for a woman used to carrying a very humble A. I’d be very happy to report to look great with big knockers, but I just don’t. It all looks a bit ‘porn star gone wrong’, and I am already looking forward to the day my cleavage will deflate again.
My sartorial saviors during the past two weeks have been an extremely versatile, grey DKNY snood (pictured above) and a black boob tube for pregnant people. You know, one of those stretchy cotton tops that you can use to cover your growing bump and also hide the fact that you are walking around with an unbuttoned pair of trousers.
I have managed to stay away from proper maternity wear, but am unsure of how long I will be able to resist the lure of my local Séraphine store…
One thing that hasn’t ceased to fascinate me since my first pregnancy is the whole controversy around the term Yummy Mummy. Yah, yah, I know. Chelsea Tractors, housemaids, nannies, personal trainers and private chefs – there’s a bunch of negative connotations coming with it. I never quite got why anyone would be offended by the whole Yummy Mummy thing – after all, who’d say no to a firm bum and some extra help around the house? Continue reading →
Et voila, it popped out. The bump is here, and although I have only put on four and a half pounds so far (thanks to rotten morning sickness), I feel like 40 pounds heavier than last week. The bump now sticks out more than the boobs (magically grown from an A to a C cup in no time), which thankfully puts an end to looking like I’m the one who ate all the pies. Continue reading →
Nobody starts a blog with the explicit goal to make real life friends. You don’t really set up a blog and follow other blogs you like, thinking ‘one day this woman and I will be having coffee together, crying tears of laughter into our lunches’. That would be slightly creepy. However, if you stick to blogging for a while, show up here and there at PR events and conferences, chances are that you meet other bloggers and that you really do connect. And that over time, you start meeting them outside of the blogging world, and that you really do become friends.
The first time I met Peggy from Perfectly Happy Mum must have been roughly three years ago, at the first ever Brit Mums get together. A rather intimate lunch with about 30 excited and a little timid mummy bloggers, husbands and babies included. Brit Mums counted little more than a hundred members, and it was easy to spot your fellow online friends and get talking. By the way, if you are going to be at BritMums Live! this year, please say hello if you see and recognise me. I will do the same.
Where we went Cuisine de Bar by Poilâne, 39 Cadogan Gardens, London SW3
What we ate Peggy: Salad with salmon and crème fraiche, cappuccino, brownies; Deborah: eggs and soldiers with parma ham, Earl Grey tea, lemon and poppy seed cake
Today until 5pm is the last chance to vote in the Brit Mums Brilliance in Blogging Awards, for which I have been shortlisted in the Style category. Please vote here for me and/or any other favourite blog in as many or as little different categories as you like.
17 weeks pregnant. Not much to see yet. Dust on mirror curtesy of messy builder.
This morning, I was pulling up my favourite pair of skinnies and made an ill-fated attempt at sucking in my tummy, thinking ‘sudden expansion of waistline – must eat less cake’. Only to be shocked by the second thought: ‘Oops, completely forgot that I am pregnant.’ Continue reading →
Strolling down the high street in La Petite Paris (pre-invasion of French bankers also known as Marylebone), I found myself magically drawn to the window display of Daunt Books. From red and white gingham backgrounds, it shouted at me in black letters:
‘French Children Don’t Throw Food’
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Have a seat. Put your feet up. Mind the cable above your head. Continue reading →
We fled the building site and ventured to Switzerland for some chocolate egg fuelled Easter and Birthday celebrations. Happy Birthday, my darling Little L. Being three is wonderful.
Mes amis, I don’t know whom I have to thank – but thank you! You nominated Metropolitan Mum for the Brilliance in Blogging Award in the Style category. I feel really, really flattered, although I am not quite sure who or what exactly is stylish. Has Mama got style? Do I have a stylish little daughter? Or is it my blog that’s ranking high in the style stakes?
No matter which way, I’d be eternally grateful if you could spare a minute and voted for me here. Forever yours,
MMxx
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Sweden. Lots of vast spaces. Bloody cold.
Today is the first day in what seems like forever that I am bordering on actually feeling good. Morning sickness has held me in a tight grip for over six weeks, and it’s only now that I can slowly warm to the idea of entering my local Waitrose without wanting to throw up. Finally, my family will be taken off the slightly monotonous diet of humus and carrot sticks. Who knows, I might even be able to cook sausages and fish fingers again – without a spinning head and a churning stomach. I might even go to a proper restaurant again. Without gagging at the sight of my fellow diners’ dinner plates! Continue reading →
London mum, writer and amateur illustrator. Hopes to navigate through motherhood without losing herself.
