Welcome to 2018! I always find the idea of a new year very exciting. A new beginning, time to reset and refocus. Not that I necessarily ever actually achieve any of my new years resolutions, it is nice to take some time and reflect on how you’d like your year to go, what your vision is. I think I’ve gotten a bit better over the years though at setting more realistic and achievable goals, I don’t expect to somehow be transformed into a Victoria’s Secret model by the end of the year anymore! Continue reading
It feels like shit is starting to get real. It’s crazy to think that in the next couple of weeks if the baby were to be born she could potentially survive. Obviously I would like her to stay in there a while longer and I’m not trying to trivialize the experience of parents with pre-term babies. But, it does make it feel more real, like she’s a real squirmy baby in there rather than a little tadpole, alien thing. Continue reading
As you can see I’ve been keeping a pregnancy journal just for myself and I’m a little behind on my updates for the blog, I’m 22 + 5 as I write this post. I’m hoping to continue this journal as a baby book once the baby arrives, and yes I know my writing is illegible, my partner Greg tells me that all the time! I’m not super artistic, but I’m inspired by all the amazing bullet journal artists there are out there, do a search for bullet journal (or ‘bujo’) on Instagramm or Pinterest and you’ll see what I mean!
We’re halfway there!
Baby Size: Artichoke + Mango. Don’t get me started on the whole baby size as a fruit thing… I’m twenty weeks now and apparently the baby is the size of a banana, but at thirty weeks it’ll somehow be the size of a zucchini, aren’t they the same size!?!? I know, I know, I should just let it go. Continue reading
I’m all about trying new things so this week I’m trying something a little different. I always see variations of these type of posts across all sorts of blogs and I thought I’d add my two cents about things that I’m loving right now. Let me know in the comments if you like to read this sort of thing.
Don’t get between a pregnant girl and her ice cream.
Baby Size: Orange + Pomegranate, sometimes I wonder about these size transitions and if they’re actually getting bigger. At 18 weeks the baby is now the size of an artichoke, is an artichoke really bigger than a pomegranate?
With my 30th birthday fast approaching I’ve been trying to distract myself with some before 30 challenges. I’m not really one to freak out about birthdays and getting older, but for some reason 30 is coming at me hard and fast. I don’t think it’s the number per say as much as this idea in my head of what life is supposed to be like when you’re 30. When I was younger and thought of a thirty year old I thought of someone who owned a house, was settled into a reliable career and probably had a baby or two. Maybe they lived in the suburbs and they probably had no fashion sense and a mom haircut. Obviously reality is always different than what you imagine when you’re young, I once thought 20 was old after all. But I also think the world is changing, at least if you live in a city in a western country. People have kids much later now, out of all my friends, only two have kids and one of them is a few years older than me. This idea of settling down doesn’t exist in the same way. People in their 30’s still care about fashion and go out for dinner at hot new restaurants. Not to mention that the real estate market in Toronto is insane, so you’ve got to be making well into 6 figures in order to buy a house. Continue reading