Another sign (WARNING: Post contains graphic detail)

If I wanted any other signs to convince me or any one else that life for my pregnant self was about to utterly change, the sight of me in my best work heels, suit skirt and pressed shirt honking up in to one of the clear plastic bins on Finchley Road Station should probably do it.

Evening sickness. Winner.

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