Prepare yourself. I’m going to talk about nipples. This blog should probably be filed under the Too Much Information category. Ready? Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

I’m going out on a limb here; perhaps I’m the only person on the planet to have this experience and I will therefore ridicule myself, but I have developed something that I call the Bermooda Triangle. I try to make light of it but I am finding it strangely disturbing.

It started a couple of months ago with my belly button slightly changing shape as my bump grew. It moved further and further out and became flat. Then, one horrific day, I noticed that my belly button was protruding and could clearly be seen through my T-shirt. It utterly grossed me out (and I’m really hoping that it will go back in again once the baby is born). I consulted my super-wise friend who said she felt so squeamish about her new outey that she had to start bandaging it in the later stages of pregnancy. Phew! I’m not alone so far.

But it’s not just my belly button that pokes out – nipples do as well. ALL THE TIME. Men might think that sounds good but believe me, it’s not. It’s a bit like being an X-rated cow who has been left out in the cold. Stand down, folks! But they won’t. And so the Bermooda Triangle is a daily part of pregnant life and has to be considered when choosing what to wear. It could be worse I suppose – cows have a lot more bits that poke out from their udders.