I quoted only the first 2 lines of the poem without mentioning anything from the rest. So I didn't turn anything into anything else. You did in your mind.

Prosperity Joy doesn't let her emotions get in the way of her thinking.

What happens between a naked, pregnant woman and her man is fine by me. My objections start when it gets shouted from the rooftops and when women who are 8 months pregnant walk down the street baring their midriffs and think everybody should be as much in awe of them as they are of themselves.

You must have had a very wise father to have given you such a treasure at 11 years old. I was over 20 when I discovered that book

But on this thread I think she presented her views very logically and clearly. Nothing anybody could seriously object to anyway.

I think it's quite beautiful in any form; clingy stretchy stuff or the more classic maternity wear (I'm not a fan of the big billowing tents that seem to be all over the 1970s - that is the epitome of screaming "Look I'm pregnant - I have to wear the mainsail of the Cutty Sark!")

My bump was a bit rubbish, to be honest - small and like a melon apparently because I am tall so I got away with normal clothes up one dress size until I was over 6 months pregnant.

Carrying a baby for those months is a pretty special thing to do and the "big" months are only after about month 5 or 6 so why not shout about it? Most people only do it once or twice or maybe three times in a whole lifetime, afterall. You've got the rest of your life to be decent and demure, then after that, you're a long time dead...

I think the belly castings you can do are a fab idea - take a cast of your curves (boobs, too, if you want), decorate it and hang it on the wall. I would have done it just to see the lemon-sucking face of my mum's next door neighbour.

That is a beautiful thought, thank you