Maternity clothing still seems to get tongues wagging.
I’m halfway through a pregnancy and have quickly discovered that even at this stage in life you can’t escape the fashion police.
It seems everyone has something to say about what to wear when your bump is growing – and it’s not always kind.
The Baby Boomer generation, in particular, still seem to think it’s socially unacceptable to flaunt your bump. I’ve been told “baggy, peasant-style” clothing is the most flattering – a pointed hint, I’m guessing – and that mums used to advise their grown-up daughters to hide their stretching stomachs as though it were somehow uncouth.
“Used to” here is the keyword, because I’m sorry but the era of wearing tent-like maternity smocks a la Princess Diana are long over. Those frocks were burned along with ra-ra skirts in the eighties. I much prefer the chic wrap dresses Kate Middleton has been kicking about in of late and all the curvalicious fashion turns Kim Kardashian has been making on the ruby rug. Or the sleek outfits preggers weather girls have been showing off their side-profiles in.
Still, someone needs to send a memo to the women still clinging to the out-dated ideals of what pregnant women should be wearing.
It’s not like my pregnancy is somehow scandalous. I’m married – not that it would matter if I had a ring on my finger or not. I’m of appropriate child-bearing age – not that that should be anyone’s business either. But for some reason I feel like I need to justify my wardrobe choices, because sometimes I feel like I’m living in one of those countries with strict dress codes for women instead of the fashion-forward Western world.
I’m hardly going to leave the house wearing a midriff top, miniskirt and stilettos, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with donning slightly form-fitting clothing to show I’m evenly proportioned elsewhere. Otherwise a silhouette can just look, well, frumpy, or have people whispering about whether you’re packing on the pounds. With all the other pregnancy woes to deal with – like cankles, swollen fingers and skin irritations – why shouldn’t women still be able to have some panache with their wardrobe when preggers?
Don’t even get me started on the lass who told me the prettiness of a mum determines whether she’ll have a boy or girl…
What do you think about pregnancy fashion these days?