Preggers yoga

Went to my first session of pregnancy yoga yesterday. It was…interesting… a lot of breathing and stretching which was awesome. Then there was some pretend birth shit which was 100% weird. I felt like I was in an American movie leaning against a wall pretending to have contractions.

Long gone felt the days of nightclub dancing.

Overall it was great though. Needed those stretches. I was the only 2020 baby in there so felt like a gazelle compared to the 8 month bellies all around.

Pro tip if you want to feel small and nimble, hang around people much further along than you.

Came home looking fly.

Working from home today. Just had a smart meter installed, time to have our gas and electricity consumption under control.

Spending the day watching this dude chasing flies. Drama!

The coming George free days will prob be spent clearing even more in the flat. Part of me want to move somewhere bigger asap but I also know that if we go to Sweden in like a year then it makes no sense. So throwing away shit it is.

Crayfish party!

Happy Monday! At least people around the world is starting to get back to work and i can stop hating on all those holiday pics on instagram. And the count down to 4 days Sweden is real!

Otherwise im all good, even if a bit emotional. Im going into week 18 now and saw the midwife on Friday. All looked good, my values are all as expected and nothing showing up in the bloodtest. I got my plotting curve for the expected weight of the baby, between 3.5 – 5kg. Thats a lot! Im hoping for that 3.5kg one…

Me and W chillin on Friday once i came back from the midwife. Yes, im strong on the naps right now but taking them when i can, soon we are back to weekly Paris trips with the growing belly.

We switched  the rooms! George did all the carrying and then i cleaned and sorted. Its so much better, we are actually going to be able to fit (dont mind the mess, its all cleared by now). However, knowing that we have to buy even more shit im sure its going to be all cramped by the end again. I dream of an attic or cellar. One day.

And on Saturday we got the house ready for mini crayfish party! Due to rain and basically a storm we ended up cramming 10 people into our living room.

Tight but as we say on Sweden – if there is heart room there is ass room.

My crayfish decorations.

We didnt find any hats so we improvised. Who doesnt love crayfish ears or a crayfish thong on your head?

Party people getting ready for some serious eating.

I mean, why not use a scissor to open up the goods?

We scared the crew with our weird snaps songs.

Then general party times. So sad these two are leaving London. But, means we have somewhere to go and visit in Spain… there is always an upside. I feel like George and i are getting holiday homes around the world.

These garlands can be used in multiple ways.

When you are sober and flagging by midnight just wrap yourself in some crayfish lights and all is well in the world.

Woolly was all partied out.

On Sunday we took it mega easy. George is away in Finland this week so it ill be Woolly and me. Yoga tonight and then most likely a lot of Netflix and chill (the boring kind)

The funny side of pregnancy

I was going to say Friday! but realised its only thursday. Oh well. We are slowly getting there peeps. Most of you are gettiing back from holiday, the rest of us feels like we’ve been attached to the chair at work forever. Holiday is for losers anyway.

Here are some fun memes about my life right now.


Yes, i mean, my pregnancy brain is not too bad but sometimes i just forget shit. Like what i was doing walking into the kitchen.


Walks have become a marathon. Sometimes i need to sit down to simply survive. W hates that, he wants to play. Bad mummy.


Im so ungraceful. Like a seal.


Im adding like 2 months to mine with the treatment. So its been forever, i promise.


Or candy. Jellybean loooooves candy.


Up to at least 4 times a night at the moment.


Like the say in Life in Pieces ‘i was voted most outgoing at Burning Man and look at me now’. Ive never been less rockstar in my entire life.



We’ll get there. Everyone keep telling me im having a boy (due to the shape of my belly and my cravings) and we have a good shortlist (Lukas and Ella – Luke and Leia)


I was told i was glowing. I dont believe that shit. That just something you say to someone that cant fit into their clothes any longer 🙂

But im doing well and being all happy. Tired but happy.

Crayfishing (i wish)

Planning a crayfish party for the weekend. Just a small thing. But it needs a lot of planning in this country where getting hold of that stuff is a mission. But we have crayfish, garlands and snaps. Now i just need to get my mits on some hats and bibs. And then its a go. Youll see me sucking those bad boys like a pro.

My energy comes and goes. Went to get a massage yesterday and starting pregnancy yoga on Monday. My back is starting to hurt and i pulled a muscle last night. Want to get going on the stretching before it all goes tits up. Sometimes i get reminded im a geriatric pregnancy…i mean, im pretty healthy but my body is not 27 any longer. But i sit on my pilates ball at work and keep up the walking. Like the old lady i am.

George is moving the rooms on thursday. So Friday night (since im missing out on the summer party due to sea sickness) will be all about moving things over for the flat to be ready on Saturday. Nothing like a deadline to get things moving.

George with one of our tomatoes from the garden. Its such a mission to uphold because its so warm and dry this year as well. So next year i think ill skip the garden. Just keep the things that are already there. Its a lot of work for little output in the end (yes, totally feeling lazy)


Even if im not on holiday, im still going to work and staring at that computer every day, its a slow, summer feeling here in London. People are away, its too warm and the french are on holiday.

My life is slow and i have time to think a lot. Happiness, apprehension, worry. All mixed up in my head. Im so happy about Jellybean that seems content growing away in my belly. I worry as well but i mostly feel this settled calm deep inside. Im meant to be your mum. For the first time in a long time things are where they are supposed to be.

I think about the future. I dont worry, just see different scenarios. Moving to Sweden, stay here in London, go somwehere else. Either way we will be good. We are not perfect but we are strong together. We know how to help and lift each other when things get tough.

And we will give that to our lil baby. George with his never ending capacity for love and loyalty, his optimism, his wonder for life, booming laugh and his ability to carry you when you are sad. Me with my compassion and empathy, my dreams and my love for others creativity and my steady presence when you need someone.

We will be good. We will learn how to be your parents together.

Got a new jacket on sale this weekend. Dreaming of the wild, wild west

This is how i walk around at home. Im so warm all the time plus all my clothes except for sweats are so tight. Getting nakey as soon as i get home.

Today im having a pregnancy massage. My back is not very good and to be honest, just spoiling myself a bit.

Lay low at Laylow

What a lovely weekend. Dinner and drinks on Friday, pram checking, dinner and movie on Saturday and meeting up with Caro in Notting Hill on Sunday. Sometimes its nice not having Woolly. Love him but forget how nice it is to be free to roam the streets for an entire weekend.

We have decided on the pram. It will be the Babyzen yoyo. For the price and the size. Its the one easiest to travel with and take on the tube and it will fit in our very narrow flat. God, felt so grown up walking around looking at baby stuff. But, we have it all under control.

This week is busy. Drinks with Kerry and Bernie we met at the wedding on Wednesday, movie with Katta on thursday, Summer party on Friday and crayfish party on Saturday.

However, im a bit worried about the summer party and might sit this one out. Its on a boat and last time i went on one of those i got very seasick. Without being able to take tablets or drink i have a feeling it will be a pretty sad experience.

Friday dinner at Laylow. Such a nice place and the food was delicious. Helps that we gor the royal treatment.

Ha, sorry Katta for this pic. But, its me having my first (single) GT in 5 months. Here in UK they say you can have a drink a week. Havent really done that but since the most critical baby developments stages are over now i thought i have one.

It was heaven.

Selfie time!

George worked the basement bar where a lot of uber cool kids were checking out this jazz band. God, they will regret those biker shorts and neon clothes one day. For now they just made us feel…passe.

But then we went up to Liam and Elliot and got even more love. Ill take being 37 any day.

Went home around 1.30. Felt strong. And then, because im a smug bastard, i woke uo feeling 100%. Definitely the perk of not drinking.

Sunday morning belly pic. Im starting to feel a bit cumbersome. Not really heavy but hard to twist and turn. Going to the midwife tomorrow and will see if she tells me to stop pigging out. Im up to 3.8kg increase but i feel like ive gotten a proper belly. But to be honest, there is a lot of candy being eaten at the moment.

Friday night lights

Friday! Heading out to have dinner with Katta tonight. W is on holiday with his grandma over the weekend so doggo free. That means i can stay out as long as i want to. Which these days probably means like midnight.

The hormones are playing tricks on me though. Up and down, up and down. Like my own quite shitty amusement park. Took a walk with Katta yesterday and we discussed how hard it is in London sometimes. Its such a big, crazy city. Perfect for your 20s, less so when you need friends and family around you. But i know ill miss it like crazy if i leave it.

The belly. Thank god for preggers tights. They look hilarious but they are comfortable to use.

The cuddle master

When i first told my mum i was pregnant she said im going to find that you are pregnant for sooo long. And today feels like that. Im not even half way. I dont mind but i want to meet little jellybean.

And i struggle with my emotions a bit now. Being all over the place. Got upset with my parents yesterday. We are going to Sweden end of the month and was going to be just us, with maybe bro and Sandra, at the country house, and then they told me they are going to be there as well. And i lost it. There is so much pent up tiredness and this was going to be our one time being away alone before baby.

So sorry dad that i got upset. As the classic goes; its not you, its me. I just fly off the handle a bit. I need a break that isnt being bridesmaid in Spain, seeing all my friends in sthlm or living with polish people at a fun, but hectic wedding. Everything has gone so fast. Stomach bug, treatment, getting pregnant and all the traveling. But thats the classic life puzzle isnt it. ‘Holiday’ is for when the baby pops out.

Cuddling with Woolly yesterday. Hes already protecting the belly. He can definitely tell something is up.

Hey there little favourite man. Your my best chill out pal.