Why I've Been M.I.A

So I told myself when I started blogging that I would be ever so dedicated, opting for a time once a week to write and share with you all a little piece of my world. 

Obviously, that hasn't quite happened. 

I wish I could tell you I've been traveling to exotic locales, eating fancy food I can't quite pronounce and surrounded myself in such remoteness I've had no internet access. The truth is, my reality for the past few months is anything BUT exotic. Try camping by the toilet bowl, holding a spit cup for six weeks straight, barely being able to shower due to extreme exhaustion...

I also wish I could tell you my wardrobe has doubled in size, that I've been right on trend and paraded around like life was one big fat catwalk. If you saw the state of my walk-in, you'd know my reality. I've taken to closing the door (a clear sign of my denial).

What I can tell you is that I am back. Hopefully, this time for a little bit longer than the last. Here's a little snapshot of my life since I've been M.I.A...

LIFEASMEWHOYEN Catch Up...

The Big Announcement

On Christmas Day, at our halfway mark, hubby and I decided to announce our pregnancy. It was truly the first time in my entire pregnancy I felt well enough to shout to the world our amazing news. The "When you reach 12 weeks you will be feeling great" did not happen to me. From week 7 (the exact date), I was down and out. One day I was bouncing, hoping for a sign of morning sickness to make my pregnancy feel real (terrible, I know), and the next... I was literally bed-ridden. Fortunately it was the beginning of my school holidays so I had the luxury of lying around."Luxury" is no way to describe it. It was a truly debilitating experience. I literally found it hard to walk, so I was in bed for almost the entire day, only getting up to go to the bathroom (and my, plenty of that in early pregnancy!).

At the beginning, I thought I was like any other pregnant woman going through the morning sickness blues. As time progressed, I realised my situation was indeed unique. It soon occurred to me I was experiencing a rare form of MS- hypermesis gravaridum. The same condition that sent Kate Middleton to hospital and only affects 3-5% of expectant mums. At least I can tell people I have something in common with the future Queen! ha ha! 

Some 'Bumpy' Photos...

Outfit Edit: Dress from ASOS Maternity. My bump at 22 weeks & 2 days.

I finally did it. I could no longer deny the fact that my bump was indeed growing and that I needed to find clothes to accommodate it. While I have no problem spending money on clothes (much to the dismay of the hubby), going shopping for maternity clothes did not tempt me one tiny bit. "I'll just wear all my maxi dresses..." only got me so far. After hubby struggled zipping things up for me, he suggested that I go maternity shopping (now, that's a first!). That night I befriended the maternity section of ASOS and did a tiny bit of damage. I may, or may not have ventured into other parts... (you know, for 'after' the pregnancy).

Hubby and I decided to escape to Kiama for a few nights to celebrate our pregnancy. We had a lovely escape doing absolutely nothing. It was nice and refreshing to finally enjoy the sunshine, to go on a walk-a-bout (only so far) and to have meals cooked for us.

Bed & Breakfast at Bed & Views Kiama

Communal breakfast area at Bed & Views Kiama

Bed & Breakfast at Bed & Views Kiama

Outfit Edit: Maxi Dress by Sass & Bide & Clutch by Seafolly.

Maxi dresses are so overrated. That is, when you're pregnant. You see, I had this image in my mind that I would be parading around in maxi world with my growing bump. I soon realised this would just be an image, and not quite a reality. Not only do maxi dresses make me feel frumpy, the extra material at the bottom makes tripping all the more possible. I wore this one to dinner on our first night in Kiama because I knew it would be hassle-free. In the car, out the car, sit down, eat, go home.

There is something magical and nostalgic about a set of swings. Perhaps it's the way we let ourselves go, or that care-free feeling when our feet leaves the ground. It has the ability to take us back to a time when we were young, careless and vulnerable. When we beckoned our parents to push us, and ignored their exasperation when they no longer could. It also allows us to reflect. In my reflection, I was overwhelmed by a growing love for a growing baby within me. Even though the journey has been wrought with some difficulties, I am so grateful and overcome by the miracle and gift of life. One day soon, it will be my son on the swings, with hubby and I pushing and cheering from behind.

whoYen

xox