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
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. |
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. |
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.
xox