Bump fame

My bump is not camera shy. I take a lots of rubbish pictures on my phone to send to family abroad or Darling Husband, or as potentials for the blog that always seem to look a bit too fuzzy for publication. My bump was happy with this level of photographic distribution. Now, it's going BIG TIME.
Tomorrow, bump and I will be in The Times modelling a pair of trousers from the new Gap collection. We needed a range of ages and body shapes for the piece, so I found myself and my token pregnancy shape, pushed forward in front of the camera. I didn't really mind. There are worse ways to spend a Friday, and the pizza at lunch was fantastic. So the bump will be famous and I am already a proud Mummy-to-be.
I am also turning into the biggest groaner this side of the retirement home. These days, when I sit down or bend over, I notice an involuntary groan or moan as my body shifts around to accommodate the new position. I thought this happened right at the end of the 40 weeks, but no, I am already a vocal, groaning pregnant lady who has to turn her internal volume down in public places. It isn't exactly glamourous, I'll grant you that. But then my dear old Grandpa was known for his sit-down groans and it kind of reminds me of him. So I don't mind too much. Maybe he is up there just letting me know that they (Grandma would be with him too) are watching their great-grandchild grow.