There is this myth that pregnant women just can’t be fun anymore. They can’t drink, they can’t party, they become obsessed with babies and therefore become dull. What utter rubbish!
Yes we become ‘excited’ about a change in our lives which is to be expected but just because there’s a bun in the oven doesn’t mean our brains got a transplant at the same time. We still know how to have fun! So make sure your non pregnant friends know you still want to socialise and go out as some can assume you’re ‘past’ it.
So with this in mind off I trundled for a proper East-End hen party for a friend that’s due to be married in the coming weeks. I wouldn’t be able to participate in everything but I was gonna damn well try my hardest to still be me but while acknowledging my growing child.
The theme of the day was Hip-Hop. We all had to dress up Hip-Hop style. I did kind of fail here actually, simply because my wardrobe is limited and what I buy now I need to last. So I wore a dress from New Look that I knew I’d be comfortable in all day and accessorised with some good old Primark cheap goodies. Some MASSIVE gold hoop earrings, a sexy gold dollar sign chain and one hot pink visor. Granted I could have hip hopped it more, but for some reason my pictures on Instagram have gone down a hit with actual hip hop followers who I fear think I was serious in my accessorising choices! Oh dear…
Here’s the dress I wore:
Maternity navy skinny stripe midi dress
Anyway once we all managed to meet up dressed in our questionably ghetto outfits we started off with a few drinks at The Royal Inn. While the other girls enjoyed Pimms and Prosecco I stuck to a lime soda. It’s almost reminiscent of my vodka, lime and soda days so it keeps me happy enough. Plus the day was sweltering again so the non dehydrating drink was a blessing to me! (the other girls ended up with headaches and having to neck some nurofen- bonus pregnant mum!)
After most the party were happily merry we went into Victoria Park to do some old school sports day games. For this part I took pictures and played the referee as I’m not too sure little one would have appreciated me doing the sack race. The egg and spoon race I could have participated in but we were all more consumed in trying to make a rather terrible Hip Hop video while munching down on picnic goodies. Don’t doubt a pregnant woman’s ability to dance! ;) or how debauched a hen party can get in terms of picnic goodies!
(I thought a small picture here would be more suitable!)
Next up a short bus ride took us to the notorious Brick Lane for a good curry. With so many curry houses to choose from we picked Sheba. And judging by the awards we chose pretty damn well! The party were given some free wine and I was topped up with the requested tap water, so we were all satiated with suitable beverages. But the star of the show was the food. Absolutely incredible.
I wasn’t starving when I got there after all the picnic munching, so I decided to share a begun tomato jhool (aubergine and tomatoes baked in a tandoori oven and then cooked in special herbs and spices and garnished with garlic), some rice and a peshwari naan. Honestly BEST curry house ever. I’m definitely going back with the other half and ordering a table full of food next time.
As we were quite a big party we were particularly loud and many of the diners decided to move downstairs and out of the way (sorry!). Probably a good thing really as our next game involved play-doh and all of us sculpting what we assumed the groom to ‘look like.’ The bride to be obviously chose the best one at the end. There were some worrying looking specimens in the line up!
(watching the bride pick her groom!)
Fully stuffed and with the rest of the hen party extremely drunk we walked a couple of minutes down the road to the All Star Lanes. I never knew they did karaoke here, as I’d been there previously to bowl and eat food, but they also have private rooms for a good old sing-song. After belting out a few good old Madonna classics I thought I’d make my exit and allow the girls to get really debauched and continue their night of full on clubbing. I felt a little guilty for babies ears too so I booked myself an Uber taxi and took myself home.
See pregnant girls can still have sober fun. We just know when to call it quits at the right time for not only us but our friends as well.