
A BUMP in the road
I always imagined when I got pregnant I'd show Gwyneth Paltrow a thing or two. My meals would be blindingly colourful and impossibly grainy and every household product would be so natural and harmless they could also be used as face masks and salad dressings. Instead however, I've eaten every batch, bloomer, bun and baguette baked in my local vicinity. My nutritional priories are twisted like a brioche, and I can’t help but judge myself rather harshly despite the fact I know