I’m really happy with the pictures Taylor took this week! Of course I did my hair and makeup so that accounts for some of it but I think my constantly hassling him to take pics of me where I don’t look gross or deformed is bringing out the best in him. I also wanted to get more pics with/of Dougal because I feel like he’s been left out so far!
My dress is from Forever 21 last summer, I was obsessed with it but it wasn’t on the Canadian website so I had my internet friend in North Carolina buy it and send it to me. I actually only wore it once last year, I think all the colours made me feel silly or something? WHO KNOWS but I’m re-obsessed with it now and I think I’ve worn it three times in the last week.
This week’s new makeup is my Revlon Lip Butter in Raspberry Pie. I still love the Candy Apple one, but after all the compliments I got on how nice I looked in my pink dress a few weeks ago I thought I’d try out some pink lip colour.
Yes, when Taylor was processing the pictures he took I took some of my own AGAIN. Please enjoy a million pics of my face.
My super healthy lunch of a cinnamon bun & San Pellegrino soda. It’s Aranciata Rosa, the blood orange one. I gave one to Sym earlier and she was like, “Hmm, this is sweeter than the regular Aranciata.” I’m raising a pretentious snob you guys (not really).
I also took pics with all my fuzzy friends! Georgie and Claire were cool but Kichou and Dougal were NOT into it. Dougal in particular hates when I pick him up.
As much as I didn’t want it to be something I was worried about during pregnancy, I did have some concerns about getting super fat. I blame the media and also the patriarchy because MRD. Now, I don’t have a scale at home (I threw it away, actually) so I don’t know how much I weighed before I got pregnant, but at like, four or five weeks (when I had my first doctor’s appointment) I weighed more than I did at nine months with Sym. It’s fine I’m cool whatever, but I did have some apprehensions.
On the weekend I was trying to figure out how much weight I’d actually gained, and there was a lot of math involved because my doctor’s scale is in kilograms but I still think about weight in pounds. After some subtraction and multiplication I came up with a gain of around 8 kilograms, or almost 20 pounds. I was a little horrified because TWENTY POUNDS AT ONLY FIVE MONTHS???? Not cool, body. I know every pregnancy is different but with Sym I only gained 30 pounds altogether and I thought it would be pretty cool if I could keep my weight gain around the same amount, and amount which I think is totally reasonable.
Later that night I was thinking about it some more and realized I’d mathed it wrong and I’ve actually only gained 3.5 kilograms, or almost 8 pounds. So now not only am I stereotypically worried about gaining weight, I’m also bad at math. THE PATRIARCHY STRIKES AGAIN.
Sorry if this post sounds humble-braggy (or just regular braggy), I try not to be all about weight (I’ve had disordered eating issues in the past) but sometimes it just happens. Anyway it’s really about how I can’t convert kilograms to pounds in my head.