Risking to bore you to death: St Tropez is still great and still beautiful. Whilst Big M had to go back to London to work this week, my friend E has come down from Paris to join us. It’s oestrogens galore with E, little L, me and the baby girl bump.
Why is it that as soon as you pee on that little plastic stick, your bum gets squishier than cooked butternut squash? Or is that just me? A quick straw poll amongst my pre-pregnancy cellulite-free friends revealed the same phenomenon: forget about flabby tummies. It’s squishy bums all around. And apparently, it’s the hardest thing […]
I am having a few ‘hit by a truck’ days. Nothing that a 30-minute afternoon nap couldn’t fix, but still hugely annoying. Especially now that I’ve got more to do than in a long time (more on that later). I am starting to wonder whoever came up with that golden trimester myth. Ah, who knows, […]
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 […]