I’m back to using three fingers for typing on my keyboard. I didn’t quite grasp it when it was happening but all of a sudden yesterday, post ice cream, I noticed a stinger in my finger. Whether it was a bee or wasp, I’ve got no idea, but the stinger was there, right on the tip of my nose-picking finger, fortunately on my left hand, which isn’t as necessary as my right. But, gosh, it hurts. I’ve never experienced a bee/wasp sting before (and quickly reached the conclusion that a bee sting during pregnancy is impossible, haha!) so I didn’t really know how to react. Like, NOT to extract the stinger with tweezers (as that apparently squeezes even more poison into the sting), or that you have to react pretty swiftly and preferably with a bee-patch or a sugar cube. I tried being cool about it and finished my wander with Adam and a close friend. But as soon as I got home, I started feeling dizzy. It kept me up all night, and Adam has had to fetch ice in the kitchen several times as the sting slowly decreased in size. For someone whose tolerance of pain is pretty high, I’d rather break my toe or have a nail ripped off again than experience a bug sting in my nose-picking finger. My Lord.
Yes, I had a minor meltdown yesterday, generally, where I was sobbing for five minutes. It felt as if my body was falling apart. It has seriously happened in the span of a day. I have this intense feeling of pressure in my pelvis, which hurts so badly when I move. It’s as if that tiny baby rump is situated ALL the way down now, and then there’s that stupid finger, plus Braxton Hicks contractions all morning. It hit me that he must be arriving now. Anytime. Nature’s way of preparing me for pushing life out of me (literally)?
But, meltdown aside, today is a new day and I’ve chosen to work from home, have slept for 1,5 hours and cleared out quite a few things in my calendar for the week. By now it’s ‘need to do’ vs. ‘nice to do.’ Let’s take a look at last week’s wonders – pre-sting and all of that.
This is what characterised most evenings last week. And we’re far from done. On the left hand side, the dark wall will be covered in wallpaper that will continue up to and across the ceiling. The window and radiator covers need an extra coat of white paint. And then there’s the decorating part. Curtains, lamps. Nice, I’m sure it will be.
Sweeeet man! We were gonna meet for a rebozo appointment at Hélt, and I arrived a few minutes early. Adam had had even more time at his disposal, ‘I just picked up a coffee on the way.’ I just managed to squeeze in an, ‘aaw, then you should have picked up an ice chai for me,’ before he pointed towards just that in the car. So sweet. I LOVE him. Really. With all of my giant being.
And I also try to be good to myself, when I’m not painting. Some would call it frugal to serve half a cream puff, haha! But, you know, when weekends are drowning in cinnamon rolls and pick ‘n’ mix sweets, the weekdays must contain an element of abstinence. This is our poor attempt at just that, hehe…
And then I was finally, finally, finally, finally also back with Julie, when we shot these photos, among other things. I’d really missed her.
Even though I’m self-employed and principally work for myself, I’ve managed to fill up my work life with lovely people. Independence doesn’t have to be a lonely affair. Julie, my office buddies, my sweetest sweet assistant, Ellen. And when you are a hermit type, it’s wonderful to also keep some days to yourself. Last week I thus decided to keep my Fridays sacred, as far as possible, until I give birth – no meetings, no office. Just me. To provide my body with the calm it craves and to have long weekends to enjoy. Yes, that’s also an annoying thing about being self-employed – you can only make as much money as your energy level allows for; there’s no big machine, holiday pay or maternity leave, and the vat accounting alone is a killer. But it is also just so wonderful to have this sense of variety in my days.
Like this day, which offered nice breakfast for about an hour and a few meetings followed by several hours in the office chair. That suits my pace really well.
I feel pretty blessed with these cool afternoons, the mild run-up to autumn, the ability to still have bare legs. Wonderfully practical when you don’t fit into any of your trousers, by the way. And we’ve started talking about Christmas and New Years, hehe… too early? Adam is pretty adamant – we’re spending Christmas at home. Few people. Calm. New Year’s Eve – same concept. Fireworks on the roof top. The two of us. Or three, if you’d like. I like that – that he’s so consistent and so dominant at the same time (because, quite often I’m the one who’s like that), but also because there’s such a huge amount of care implicit in that attitude. We need calm and intimacy.
Impulsive date last Thursday because we couldn’t be bothered to cook. A trip to Bæst, and even if Adam thought it was a bit too chilly to sit outside, I convinced him that we have to take fuuuuull advantage of the mild weather. As such, we sat outside wrapped in wool and munched on our pizza. It’s still the best pizza in town – #1 with stracciatella. We often try other ones as well, but nothing compares to this. Quite frankly. It’s a taste of Heaven. I guarantee it.
Before I turned heavy and tired yesterday and almost started looking forward to my new best friend, the weekend, I experienced a small boost of energy. So, during those few hours when we were allowed to dip home from the hospital before going back in for observation, I managed to pack my bags, put on the drier, water my plants (in case we were gonna be hospitalised for a while), prepare ice pads, cut fruit to take to the hospital. And then a fast food and sweets run. Boom! Haha, I’m actually quite impressed with myself.
Prettiest bride in town on Saturday. I was so happy we managed to see them. Nicho and Trine. On a day that was so special and very much to their tastes. Party and energetic vibes, with plenty of time to really enjoy the day with their loved ones. Weddings <3 Best kind of party in the world, really. Could someone else get engaged, please, so we can put something in the calendar for next year? And for those of you who ask about our little book – it’s out very soooon!