With a fast diminishing wardrobe of clothes left that will fit a tellytubby esque girth, I'm fast forwarding to post maternity wear. So when I saw this jacket in the Observer, I justified it as being baby practical as it was wipe clean. And the colour was bright so aar Stav's vision would be endlessly stimulated.
Size 10, leather jacketed, pram pushing, yummy mummy, here I come.
Oh, how the dreadful, appalling, reality hurt when I donned said jacket and some tactful person suggested I look like an overweight Power Ranger. Thank God for refunds.
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