I see a line Merkin!
Barcelona v Grimsby for a conference, hmmm, toughie 
Cavort, I do hope you just plucked that out of thin air and haven't actually had to go to Grimsby for a conference. I live not a million miles away from there and can honestly say it really isn't the brightest northern town to choose!
Sooo today's I'm-a-bad-mother-to-be-because... relates to me trying to conceal bump at work. I have a very important work function later on this evening which the chief exec has asked me to attend and look after some of the visitors. There will also be VIPs. This requires suiting up, or at least smart skirting with suit jacketing.
Yesterday, my bump pretty much popped into shape and is solid, and can no longer be concealed. Chief exec doesn't yet know I'm pg (that I know of) and I feel really self-conscious because I don't want my profesionalism called into question or my dedication to my job/career questioned just because I'll be running away in a few months to have a baby.
I know this is completely illogical and I'm being ridiculous, but I feel really self-conscious about it and don't really want to say to his PA oh by the way, I'm up the duff in case you didn't know.
So every smart item of clothing I own was tried on last night. Even the suits that were too big are no longer working because they inevitably button up where Baby Bear now resides and frankly, although OH's suugestion of 'just use safety pins' was sweet, he obviously doesn't realise that people can see safety pins on suits because the buttons are part of the design.
My go-to dress, a jersey pencil skirt bottom with cowled navy top half (which I can wear suit jacket with) was an epic fail, as even the tight panelling does nowt for concealment.
So there were tears before breakfast, compounded by OH saying 'why do you want to hide it? you wanted to be pregnant, now you're just wishing the baby away' which I'm clearly not, I just wish this was a bit more controllable.
Bah, apologies for essay rant. I now have on a jersey pencil skirt with a white blouse over that, with a very very old black suit jacket (just works) creates enough layering to make it less obvious.
To top it all, went to get a bacon sarnie from one of the cafes at work and they said 'no bacon until 9am'. Actually nearly cried. Hormones.