The Week That Was… The Corn on the Cob!

At 22 weeks pregnant, baby is 30.5cm – that’s a whole foot!! Or the length of a corn on the cob, or the equivalent of a foot long sub from Subway! All curled up in there and kicking away, dancing on my bladder by the feels of it.

Last week I went for a big lunch one day and my belly had expanded massively afterwards (a pulled pork burger and sweet potato fries would do that to anyone). But it never went back. I had a few weeks of not much growth, and when I look back over my bumpie pics can see that week 22 was the week where I really popped, thanks to the fat lunch or not, I’m not looking quite so chubby anymore, it’s definitely a baby belly.

The first day of week 22 was a momentous one for one reason only – I bought my first maternity bras. I’ve been putting it off because a) the girls haven’t grown massively yet, and b) maternity bras are EXPENSIVE! And I couldn’t bring myself to pay £60 for two bras which might not see me through a week before having to go up another size. But I knew I was going to have to bite the bullet and the start of the Mothercare sale seemed like the perfect opportunity. Two bras for £12, YES!! Neither ugly by any means, and both so comfortable, it wasn’t until I had to put my tiny little pre-pregnancy bra back on in the changing rooms… Well this gives you an idea…

Wrinkly dog

Yep, imagine that stuffed into a balcony bra.

If you’re putting it off like I was, my only advice would be, don’t. Find some deals or offers somewhere to save a few pennies and let the girls free!

Week 22 was also the week that I attended my first music festival. I know, 5 months pregnant is the perfect time to go and stand in a field surrounded by drunk people. But I’ve been working with a partner to put on an event at Wireless Festival and, baby on board or not, I had to be there for day one to check everything was good to go and running smoothly.

I had been dreading it all week, especially as my growth spurt had been taking its toll a little, but it was actually manageable in part thanks to a pass upgrade from Staff to Access All Areas which allowed me in to the VIP area to use the fancy toilets (and by fancy, I mean the port-a-loo had a little shelf and the toilet roll on a holder instead of the floor). But, there were no queues so for that alone, I owe the person who got me that upgrade big time.

Dressing the bump for festival comfort
Dressing the bump for festival comfort

It was a long day with a lot of standing up, so sitting down whenever I found a free bean bag or patch of grass was key, and artfully dodging big crowds in favour of more open spaces to avoid any Bump bumps was the safest route. Oh and drinking plenty of water and stocking up on M&S snacks at Euston station to keep me going in between the extortionately-priced pizzas and ice creams (don’t expect sushi or salad at these things, apparently risk of food poisoning is part of the fun at the festival).

The event went well, my team have it running like clockwork for the rest of the weekend, and I survived, so all in all I’d say festival number one for bump and I was a success.

With my little team and Bump at our Wireless event.
With my little team and Bump at our Wireless event.
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