I find it really strange to plan ahead at the moment. Future trips, future days out or events- come April/May, we’ll have a little bubba to think of. I rsvp’d to a blogger event earlier thinking , Whoa, that could be the last one for awhile! It doesn’t seem all that long ago we were on a mini-moon in Marrakech and all I had to worry about was how to fit some gorgeous pottery into my hand luggage.
Ooh it’s nice outside isn’t it? Sunny and crisp! Had my whooping cough vaccination today so my arm currently feels like it’s been given a hundred dead arms by an army of 12 year olds. The waiting room at my GP smelt like old people and a woman sneezed without covering her mouth so catch you later I’m just off to bathe in disinfectant 👍🏼
Look, look! It’s 5pm and STILL LIGHT OUTSIDE. Before you know it, I’ll be obsessing over lavender plants. I’ve just finished the latest episode of Riverdale, I can’t decide if it’s so bad it’s good or if it’s just good? It makes all those wholesome Archie comics I read as a kid feel pretty silly now! (Jughead and Betty? Southside Serpents? Whuuuuut?!) Anyway. I’m 7 months pregnant. I’m pretty emotional. I’m pretty irritable. I’m pretty sure I won’t be riding bikes any time soon (or err this year?) if I don’t get a move on with these kegel exercises ( #ifyouknowyouknow ) so here’s my fav summery bikey outdoorsy pic from last last year 👍🏼
Well, you try telling your 13 pound cat that the Sleepyhead is for the baby. I’ve spent most of the week slowly painting the nursery room wall- s l o w because that’s how I shake, waddle and roll nowadays. It’s become a mess of baby items, ladders, paint, and yes...general toot driving me mad. Except this one. This is one piece of toot that can stay sleeping in that Sleepyhead, bless.
One of my fav Instagram accounts @disastersofathirtysomething created #thepeakandpitcollective which I’ve always wanted to participate in! So here goes, from the depths of my sofa (because I live here now, amongst the cushions 👀) Peak: getting ‘stuff’ done in the nursery. I even hammered a nail into a wall to hang up Basil, my handsome polar bear head. Just don’t tell anyone that behind his head is a wonky nail and some plaster that fell off.
Pit: Seeing all the social media posts from an event by Pandora the other night at The Ritz. I was graciously uninvited at the last minute and have never felt more Mean Girl’d in my life. #youcantsitwithus
And hello, me checking in again- FROM A LOO. No way at all does this bathroom tile make me want to redo our bathroom tiles. Nope. Not at all. Not one bit. 😒
I’d like to caption this one “Can you believe?” (Because @jvn is queen of quotes...and also I feel like we are rocking similar hair do’s) Just casually hanging out in a loft over here. But here ⬆️ was a time when I could wear heels and well, anything non leggings, and where I could walk more than ten steps without losing my breath, or look down to see my feet or tidy my floof 😑, or reach down to paint my toe nails or you know, shave that big toe...basically- I think I’ve reached peak pregnancy. This baby’s eviction notice is imminent!