The key to looking "Mumsy"

Before Sophia came on to the scene it's safe to say I had my own clear and defined sense of style.  Floral dresses, fun prints, brogues, leather jackets and body con.  I was pretty gutted that I hadn't been given a pre match pep talk about the greatest fashion killer of all time - Pregnancy.  I wasn't one of these people who embraced their new curves. Nothing about pregnancy made me feel sexy. I certainly wasn't lucky enough to stumble across the elusive pregnancy glow.  I quickly piled on three (okay...four) stone and soared from a size 6/8 to a size hippo/rhinoceros.

The zoologists amongst you will know that styling a rhinoceros is not an easy task. As fast as you could say Topshop, my wardrobe turned from stylish to complete and utter bag lady (without the hobo chic connotations.) Think baggy tunic tops and dodgy prints.  Conjure up the image of a Tramp in your mind and you have my pregnancy style nailed.

There has been light at the end of the tunnel, I'm grateful that losing the pregnancy pounds hasn't been too difficult a journey. One thing I am really struggling with is my now lost sense of fashion.  Since I've been awarded the title of "Mum" I just don't feel comfortable in my pre-pregnancy wardrobe.  I  look at the contents of my once loved wardrobe and frown because it doesn't seem "Mum Appropriate."  I'm not sure where these feelings come from but I think it's down to proving myself as a good albeit young, Mum.  I want to prove to the world that I'm just as decent and worthy to raise a child as a married thirty-something.

At this rate I am in danger of becoming far too old before my time. I probably need some serious intervention before my entire wardrobe becomes black and beige...