Boy am I glad today's nearly over, it's been wholly disappointing. I spent most of the day doing something I really didn't want to do, related to the business. As a treat in between meetings I popped into town to get a pregnancy bra fitting at Marks and Spencers. What the point of a bra fitting is I will never know.

Firstly, the lady measured me with a tape around the torso and then sort of just looked at me to determine what cup I might be. The answer that came back was you should still be a 34 DD. 20-30 of my bras are seriously claiming otherwise. Secondly, all the bras are made by different manufacturers so you end up trying all the different sizes on anyway to see what feels right. I'm pretty sure I could do this on my own. Finally, to top it off, Marks and Spencers

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Now then, this list is not for the faint of hearts and it finally covers, as promised, the illusive extra boob syndrome. So, before I got into it and since the sun was shining (which it wasn't this morning and isn't now) I thought I'd go for a walk on the beach (this is the nice bit of Blyth!). It was gorgeous walking along listening to Sigur Ros.

Right that's enough wooing you into a false sense of security...

I took it away on our mini holiday with my parents and only managed to get halfway through as I either had a pained expression on my face or I looked like I was going to be sick. So I was kindly asked to put it away while it was still the festive season. That aside - there was enough horrifying gold in the first half alone to put together a list of

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It's official, I am the frump of Frump Town. So time to revisit my mission, and as a reminder my top priority was to be happy and healthy, and to do this I am meant to do something I like every day - this includes (bare with me, I'm getting there) doing pampering things that make me feel good. But, now it has become an emergency! Thankfully I have finally bought myself a razor after leaving mine at my parents' cottage at NY, but to get me out of this frumpdom I need to do my nails, eyebrows, bikini, etc. etc. Too late to book anything now, so that's a job for tomorrow.

In the meantime, after sorting through my underwear and packing most of it away for the foreseeable future due to my ever expanding boobs, I am also feeling exceedingly unsexy. I don't need maternity clothes yet, so I've

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