If there’s one thing pregnancy is full of, its choices.
Suddenly you are overwhelmed with things that need to be decided – important, life changing things.
And if the only choices you were used to making before happened to be things like ‘One more gin and tonic?’ or which restaurant to go to on a Friday night, that can be daunting.
One thing you will definitely not be is an expert. Everyone around you will suddenly seem to think they are, which can make life stressful. So what you need is an impartial source of information. And this information can be found with Which? Birth Choices.
Yep, the institution that’s been advising us on washing machines, cars and laptops since before I can remember has been working on a special project to help out expectant parents.
Just 11 weeks to go until the little man makes an appearance(hopefully…), and you know a certain stage has been reached when you start counting down rather than up.
The baby is now the size of a coconut, which word has now taken the place of ‘Olive’ as his official nickname, since we’re not making a final decision on the name until he’s born.
I’m still feeling good, although I can’t deny that the simple daily grind is getting steadily more challenging each week, and I’m becoming highly aware of my own growing physical limitations.
Walking anywhere is a much slower process (I’ve gone from being a fast-paced overtaker to one of the dreaded dawdlers…), sleeping comfortably is a challenge, and as for getting up from the sofa without a helping hand or a dramatic, multi-stage tai-chi performance….forget it!
Another strange pregnancy side effect over the last few weeks has been that I seem to have turned into Mr Bean.
The baby is now the size of a coconut, which word has now taken the place of ‘Olive’ as his official nickname, since we’re not making a final decision on the name until he’s born.
I’m still feeling good, although I can’t deny that the simple daily grind is getting steadily more challenging each week, and I’m becoming highly aware of my own growing physical limitations.
Walking anywhere is a much slower process (I’ve gone from being a fast-paced overtaker to one of the dreaded dawdlers…), sleeping comfortably is a challenge, and as for getting up from the sofa without a helping hand or a dramatic, multi-stage tai-chi performance….forget it!
Another strange pregnancy side effect over the last few weeks has been that I seem to have turned into Mr Bean.
It’s obvious by now that I’m really obsessed with travel solutions, from mini toiletries to innovative storage solutions to help you look good on the go.
I love to find great products that help streamline packing, and I’m going to be sharing a few gems.
Today I’ll be looking at the Travalo perfume atomiser.
Transporting scent on the go used to be a really hazardous business.
Transporting scent on the go used to be a really hazardous business.
You either took the risk that your £70 glass bottle from Chanel would shatter in transit, you wrapped it in a plastic bag and layers of socks and prayed for the best, or you forked out for a travel version of your favourite- if it was available.
A Travalo is the answer to all of these worries, made super easy.
The firsts continue with this pregnancy!
Last time I was at the midwife’s office, I got to hear my little son’s heartbeat for the first time. That was truly an amazing moment – almost as good as seeing him on screen during my scan.
Perhaps even more so, because as my fears have slowly dropped away, and my love for this little creature has steadily increased, so the sense of wonder and joy that each of these little interactions brings has gotten greater.
The machine shifted and I could hear both of our heartbeats in tandem – mine slow and deep, his swift like the beat of a hummingbird’s wing.
And perhaps I understood a little better that day what unconditional love is.
This week was another first for me and the boy as we rocked up to our antenatal class.
We all have our particular beauty challenges, and one of mine is definitely dark circles.
Although there are factors that make them better, such as getting enough sleep, drinking plenty of water and trying not to eat as much salt, things like that are largely hereditary – so what I’m always on the lookout for is a damn good concealer.
The under-eye area is always a challenge because you need something pigmented enough to cover up bluish tones, but lightweight enough that it doesn’t give you that ‘reverse panda eyes’ situation.
I also face the challenge that a lot of concealers tend to settle into the fine lines around my eyes, even when I use a primer.
All in all, it’s a complete nightmare, so when I find a good concealer I get quite excited.
And Bourjois Happy Light concealer is definitely worth shouting about in my book.
I tried the Happy Light primer a while back and was not too impressed with it, so the concealer had completely passed me by.
But when this came to my attention and I tried it out, it didn’t disappoint.
This is a post I’ve been dreading writing for….oooh…almost a year!
I knew 30 was coming up in the rear view mirror but my goodness, where on earth has the last DECADE gone, down the back of the sofa!?
There is no way I relate to being as old as I am, especially as a blogger where most are in their teens or twenties, but here we are – there’s no denying the date on my passport!
I spent my twenties (shiver of pure fear at the past tense there!) partying hard and building my career in marketing and PR, so I don’t have many regrets – they’re just a waste of time, anyway.
Now I find myself at 30 and although I know realistically that I probably won’t feel any different, I wasn’t looking forward to it!
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