“What do we need all this stuff for anyway,” Danny grumbled.
“Men,” Jill laughed, hooking her arm through mine and steering me towards baby clothing and maternity wear. “They don’t know anything, do they?”
I shuddered at the thought of having to wear clothes that announced to the world I was pregnant — look at me, look at me — and while some of it was nice, none of it was me. I’d have to make up my own wardrobe as time passed. Lots of loose stuff to make it look less obvious I was pregnant. I’d rather people thought I was fat than pregnant. It was stupid really. I mean, everyone knows how you get pregnant — what you’ve been up to — I just didn’t want to advertise the fact. All I wanted was something to hide my growing stomach.
Luckily Jill quickly realised conventional maternity wear wa
