Freeeak oooout! Remember that song? It was funny, right. The past couple of days it has been all I could do. Literally freak out. Time flies when you are having fun, apparently also when you are having not so much fun and are basically glued to the couch because you are so tired of carrying a baby in your belly. Say that again. A baby in your belly. The wonders of nature. Sometimes those freak me out. My little girl is the sweetest ever, I’m sure. She dances all night every night, then holds still for about 3 hours in the early morning so I can catch some sleep before it’s too late, and accompanies me again with fun tickles during my morning ritual. Cozy. And freakin’scary. Because eventually, she has to come out. And I feel like I don’t have a CLUE as to how that works.
First of all, it is clear that it just doesn’t fit. A whole baby. Coming out. Second, when that part is over, there is this tiny little creature suddenly freely moving around on this earth and you have to take care of it. Do you know human baby’s are actually born before they are ‘finished’, because otherwise the mother wouldn’t survive giving birth. Smart, but what a responsibility. And there goes my head again. I see flames and fire and accidents and baby’s falling off the stairs.
Now how suitable is this page from the book I’m reading? I saw it this week on my way to work. If you are looking for a great read, try this The dept. of speculation by Jenny Offill, it is lovely.
You might wonder why there is a picture of two pairs of shoes above this post. This is just the way my head works now. I wanted to start with this part, but then ended up writing something different first. Hormones. Better just laugh about them. I bought these pairs of shoes because my hero (not really, maybe a tiny bit a pregnancy-wardrobe-hero though) Blake Lively said that the best therapy during pregnancy, when you are swelling up like a whale, is buying high heeled shoes. And here I am, talking about sustainable fashion and stuff, and in the mean time doing some much needed retail therapy. I’m sorry, I still have a lot to learn. But the therapy works. Only issues:
1: I cannot walk on these heels anymore, my point of gravity is heavily distorted. I might fall down when I take these babes out for a walk. So I just wear them while I lie on the couch.
2: That might not be such a bad idea. Is there something wrong with my taste now as well? Are these heels tacky or classy? I’m not entirely sure yet.
What do you think? Have a great day!