... with about 15 minutes to spare, and thought, 'Yipee, the end of my bra dilemma, off I go to find a new bra and some proper comfort in my life.' Twelve minutes later I walked out empty handed. The selection seemed nice enough. There were lacy ones (above), for the Seducer Mum, plain ones, for Little Miss Practical, there was even a leopard print jersey nursring bra, for, well, Me, in theory. I liked the soft finish and cute design. What I did not like was the totally rubbish fit. I tried every size available, well not the ones with an H cup, but pretty much all the rest, and not one of them was right. Some were still too tight in the back, others felt sloppy around the cups, it was a total disaster and I wasn't going to part with £25 just for the sake of having a bra that clips down at the front. I am going to John Lewis. Enough is enough of this JL denial. Plus, it's Never Knowingly Undersold, or something like that. And one of the other Bumpettes works there, so I feel obliged, you know.
Tonight I have pregnancy yoga again. For the first time in my life, well, since ballet classes at St Mary's Hall in Finchley, I look forward to my weekly exercise class. I love the hippy dippy teacher and her funny ways. Even her persistence about breast feeding now washes over me. Plus, I get to hear about the babies that have been born in the past week, which is always a nice start to an evening.
In other news, mmm, there is no other news, apart from me making the nightly bath a regular slot in my calender. Ooo, that warm, bubbly water, it's a world away from work in Wapping.
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