Taking My Muffin Top Seriously

Morning all!

As you can see, I’ve graduated from keg belly to full on muffin top. All of a sudden this squatter is a growin’.

So now that my belly is getting attention by the outside world, let’s talk about being taken seriously as a pregnant woman, and not just as a baby maker waiting to be milked.

I tried to keep this pregnancy a secret for as long as possible. I had the fear and worry that I hear will now be with me the rest of my days, mostly that something will happen to the squatter’s health or that I’d be a shitty mom and totally ruin its life forever.

But I also worried that after announcing the pregnancy I would no longer be taken seriously at work, and would be seen as someone who is in the way for 6 months. Here in the UK only 18% of women who have a child under 3, work full-time. Right now I have every intention of getting back to work, I’m lucky and find real meaning in what I do. And who the hell are these people who can afford not to go back? That is impressive- but not the world I live in.

Practical reading for a prego

So far I’ve actually not had a problem at all. I think what helps is that I’m lucky to have positive female managers around me and work for the public sector. These things make a big difference, but I’ve also tried my hardest to remind people “I’ll be back.” A couple of other tricks I’ve tried is to keep it a secret when I’ve just thrown up my cookies and have banned the term ‘baby brain.’ God help the person who says this when I forget my password for the 10th time, the snarl is worst than when Will eats the last pickle.

I know that lots of women are ready to hand in their notice when the pee stick is positive and I am happy for them, but that’s not me. So for now I am trying for the outside world to take pity on the muffin top, but still take me seriously. I think it is a fine balance and one more women should talk about. So send advice, tips or pickles my way.

My New Keg Belly

Will is following me around the house trying to rub my belly and that can only mean one of two things
1) My boobs have dropped to my belly button
2) I’m pregnant

Luckily for me/Will it’s the second option, although I hear the former ocan occur following – but definitely not before- pregnancy.

That’s right we’ve allowed a squatter in to these quarters and I’m 16 weeks prego.

I’m at that awkward stage where I’m trying desperately to push my belly out so I look less like a sorority girl who has been living on keg stands and burritos and more like a respectable pregnant lady who deserves a seat on the train. I can’t say it’s always clear, and Dobble still calls me ‘keg belly.’


Will caught me peanut-butter handed, you can take the girl out of America… ‘

And yes, it was planned. I love that we thought that point would be obvious, you know with the whole being married for 3 years, having a home (ok Abe counts as a home) and even our own washing machine, but everyone from family to friends has asked ‘Was it planned.’ Yes 2014 has been crazy, but not that crazy. We wanted this little squatter and despite a life time of babysitting responsibilities from here on out, we can not wait to meet it.

So be prepared for this blog to evolve in to something less house-y and more mummy. I’ve got big things on my mind now like if we should use non-disposable nappies, how hippy should I go in my birth plan and would it really hurt the child if we give it the middle name Magoo

Will, the squatter and me

Herringbone Kitchens is Getting Fit

He’s only gone and started his own kitchen company Herringbone Kitchens

The last couple of weeks have blended in to each other and churned in to months. Will has been working endlessly at it all and you can tell. Every detail has been scrutinised.

Well almost every detail, there was the one slight problem on a sign but nothing a little white out can’t fix



Easy thing to solve! Also there are still a couple of things we need to change in the website, but we are mostly really pleased with it. Have a look at

I am so proud, you can look back through these past months at how far he’s come! From the first plans



To the first couple of days of fitting the shop!





By the is time next week the work tops will be on and we will be putting the finishing touches on. Roll on August