So it's been
Would you believe me If I said I've been on sabbatical in the Himalayas, studying spirituality and tings (sic) with monk-type people?
No, me neither.
I have actually dropped off the fashion face of the earth - it seems quitting your job and having a baby will do that to you.
Let's be honest, who wants to read Vogue even at the most food poisoning-y of times let alone when they are about to explode?
But the GOOD news is, I now have my own mini-me to shop for.
He is littler than me and will be for a good few years, maybe longer with the help of high heels.
This means he has to do and wear what I say - even if that involves recreating the Dolce & Gabbana Bambino Winter 2014 ad campaign in my living room.
I don't take this sartorial responsibility lightly and recognise I have been out of the game for a long time.
But alas, it's time to burn my leggings and get back to the business of fashion.
To prove how committed I am, I have started exercising. Yes, it is that serious.
I keep telling my trainer I would rather be in labour than work out.
He thinks I'm joking.
I'm really not.