I have started thinking about taking my bump on holiday. The lucky thing is getting two summer jaunts and I'm going to need to parade my semi-nude body in front of other people. That'll be interesting. Luckily, it'll only be close friends and randoms in Provence and then Mallorca, so I won't need to completely obscure my face - or stomach.
This was my train of thought, 'Ah, holiday soon, that'll be fun, chilling, relaxing, good food (except my favourite cheese and hams), and, ouch, my legs are a bit wobbly up top these days' So I started Googling 'pre-natal yoga'. There is one local class but it's at a really awkward time. Then I typed in 'pre-natal pilates'. Again, no joy there. Now I'm thinking water aeorobics, as it's low impact and high resistance - two concepts that sound very good in my book. So in theory, that is the body sorted. Now I just need to get off my expanding derierre and go to a class and I can tick it off my to do list.
Then I thought about the heat. I did a quick poll of Mummy friends, as I was wondering about the bump getting too hot in the sun. I already knew I wouldn't be roasting myself like Greece 2002, but apparently a bit of sun is good for the baby. The vitamin D will help it grow strong; plus, the tan will do wonderful things for my bumpy legs. I reckon distortion will be a fabulous trick if I don't make it to the pool for leg crunches and what not.
So the bump is ready for some fun! If I was writing one of my fashion articles, I might even go as far to say that a bump is the new It Bag in my world - and that of my friends. It is like a new, fun accessory that for once, cost nothing to procure. Although having spent five minutes on the John Lewis website I am beginning to realise that the ££££'s are just around the corner. Man, those buggies cost about the same price as I got for the old red Polo, RIP V742 EDX. This is going to be one lucky, comfortable, turbo-powered baby.
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