7. Bodacious babe or bloated and bizarre?
What the best-dressed bumps are wearing – and what not to wear.
‘Maternity fashion’ was an oxymoron until relatively recently.
When I got pregnant with my first baby nineteen years ago, I was a student who spent her life in black thigh-high boots, stripy pirate trousers and an oversized fireman’s jacket. Once pregnant, I was supposed to morph into a ‘Stepford Wife’, wearing big flowery smocks with Peter Pan collars. I refused.
By the time I was expecting baby number two a year or so later, I opted for a pair of dungarees that I thought were cool at the time, but I now see in photos that I looked like the dancing baby from Ally McBeal.
By the time babies three and four came along nearly ten years ...