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I’ve got to that stage of my second pregnancy where I need a helping hand in the bedroom. I’ve been using the duvet to make a pillow under my bump but my husband is starting to complain about the lack of duvet (because I’ve obviously been using his quota of duvet!). However I can’t quite bring myself to resurrect my maternity pillow from its place in the loft. Not that it wasn’t useful, it’s just really un-sexy. Do you agree?

I’m not at the stage where I want to cover my pregnant tummy in an old ladies-style nightie but there seems little available to make me feel good and a maternity pillow, or third person as I like to call it, is also unwelcome. Perhaps if I covered it in hot pink fabric, or leopard print or leather it might help. But I doubt it.

I’ve never particularly found them useful for feeding purposes either although some of my friends swear by them. Perhaps I’ll consign it to the pile of useless products that get loads of coverage and make you think you need them but you don’t really.

Another thing keeping me awake at night is reflux. I’ve never suffered from it before but the last few weeks I’ve been awake several times with a burning feeling in my throat. It’s deeply unpleasant and I’m beginning to dread going to bed at night. I’ve been trying out the advice I’ve received via twitter, stocked up on Rennie and Gaviscon and stopped eating late at night. Wish me luck.

Boobs, love ‘em or hate ‘em but mine are definitely growing bigger throughout my pregnancy (and bigger than I remember last time round!). I have been in desperate need of a maternity bra and recently seized my opportunity. I was out shopping with a friend in Covent Garden when I remembered there was a branch of Bravissimo. I’m on their mailing list and their bras look kind of cool so we stopped by. I find it really hard to go shopping for clothes as a) my husband hates shopping and b) my husband hates shopping. This means that although we may head off to buy some clothes, a couple of minutes in he’ll be catching up with the news on his iPhone and Edward will be screaming with boredom in his pram. So, I grabbed the opportunity of having a female friend who understands these things and she watched the kids whilst I braved the fitting room.

I’m not one to indulge in sexy underwear. I’m a mum for goodness sakes and, along with my payslip, any hope of being sexy have long since disappeared.

Last pregnancy I got fitted for maternity bras only to ceremonially burn them when I no longer needed them. They weren’t underwired and barely supported me. I spent my whole pregnancy feeling frumpy and old. So this time I swore to myself I would try harder to look good and feel good whilst I was pregnant.

The bra fitter was good, just looked at me and got the right size. I was horrified to hear I needed a bigger bra but she gave me a bra which does something amazing to my figure – it gave me my figure back! I wore the bra home and won’t be throwing this one away unless I really have to!