Anorak | The Bump Kin

The Bump Kin

by | 27th, May 2005

‘IT’S been a while since Jordan saw her feet, but we can exclusively reveal that the protuberance making each of her steps a dice with death is a boy.

”They’re pink, like your shoes”

At least it will be in around two months time, when the woman with the bulges in all the right pales, some in the wrong places and others in places you’d be hard pressed to find with a compass, delivers her latest gift to the world.

Before that though, it’s time for Jordan, her little love and her unborn baby to hotfoot it along to sunny Tenerife for her last holiday before the big birth.

Katie is keen to talk about the pregnancy, telling us how in readiness she’s redone her wardrobe, Harvey’s wardrobe and her spare room.

Ah, there’s the voice of experienced motherhood. If there’s one thing a newborn baby craves, nay demands in a shrill piercing blood-chilling scream in the dead of night, it is an ordered dressing area, with lined shelves, shirts on hangers and jumpers folded around crinkly sheets of crepe paper.

Meanwhile, Peter Andre is musing about how his

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