The tiredness

Sorry but there wont be a throwback this week. Im too lazy. I have energy for 1-2 things a day these days and today is getting the last couple of things for the baby on Black Friday as well as bookclub tonight. And thats me done.

Im always a pretty chill person who loves the sofa but this is ridicilous. I have zero energy. Yesterday it took all i had to walk W and organise the last couple of Christmas gifts and my weekend is booked out. Lunch tomorrow and packing hospital bag and Sunday its all about the christmas decorations.

I think its the combo of lack of sleep, extra weight and general pains and aches that just makes everything so much harder. It doesnt help that George’s job (and social life) means his out of the house a lot in the evenings and im so dead by then. Poor W hates me because there is just no more playing.

I remember thinking that the people that go on mat leave a month in advance is crazy but the be honest, i kind of see why. I would be bored to death but probably get everything that needs doing perfectly in time with 1 thing a day.

Anyways, tonight its all about snazzing up and going out. I need that.

W and the massive belly. He just doesnt get why i dont want to run after him all the time. Sorry lil buddy.

Au revoir Paris

My last trip to Paris is done and dusted. It was a struggle at the end, didnt realise just how tiring it would be with two back to back trips like that. Lesson learned.

But, now im home on the sofa with my hound and everything feels fine. We ended yesterday with rushing to our first antenatal class with NTC. It was very interesting. They are very focused on the holistic, the less medicine the better, approach but it was a lot of cool things i hadnt heard before. Plus, the main thing is to meet people in your area having kids around the same time.

We were 8 couples at one time playing with dolls. A bit surreal but overall good. We have another 5 sessions until we are ready to do this shit. Must admit im dreading the pretending to give birth and pushing part…

What im definitely NOT dreading is buying our christmas tree sunday.

Me, Ingrid and my little god daughter Vilma in the back. Cant wait for them to meet Lukas.

Yeah, im a pro painter at 8 in the morning!

Last Paris trip ever (or at least for now)

Last trip to Paris. I’m almost loving the city when it’s the last time. Feeling a bit nostalgic for my 3 years here. Plus it’s pretty and all christmassy.

Bringing the whole family on this trip. George is meeting friends and Lukas is hanging out in the belly causing mayhem.

We also found an amazing pho place so nice, non French food. Feel like I’m aceing this trip.

Today it’s all conference and I’m going to sneak home early. Someone (George…) snored all night so I slept like 5h. Good thing that you can always catch up on sleep. He’s out tonight so my plan is to get a solid 2h in before he comes back.

When we kidnapped Sanna

Back from my trip to Sweden and getting ready for my trip to Paris. Yes, im feeling it being 8 months pregnant so no more travel after this. Im done being super woman.

Sweden was lovely though. We surprised Sanna with a very belated wedding gift taking her for a spa weekend us girls. She started crying when she saw me. So happy we could do this for her, Its not easy getting peoples schedules together these days.

Was dead coming home yesterday and had a very unstrong independent woman moment hoping George was coming to meet me at the airport or at least hammersmith to help with the bag. But no, he was playing video games at home so i was quite unimpressed and headed straight for bed. Being tired does not help with the general mood…

But, in the beginning i was all excited when belly and me boarded the plane ready for some food.

After the worlds best saffron bun at Filippas and sneaking around so Sanna wouldnt spot me i headed to baby bros and Sandras new place. Mum and dad came up as well and they got to pet the belly and experess the happiness about us moving back.

Ordering pizzas because fancy family.

Dad and his disgusting curry banana one. Really, i come from that??

Family!! Cant wait to see them more.

On saturday morning we had a painting sess with Ingrid and Vilma. The kids were ace

Me and F has some work to do. We painted the weekend. Pretty accurate.

And then it was finally time. Picked Sanna up and kidnapped her

Into a muddy forest. We had booked spa and walking and we didnt realise just how muddy and tricky the walk would be.

But, we never give up so started a 3h hike that ended with us giving up half way (and that was after 3h) and almost dying in the mud.

I mean, we were pretty happy.

And thank god for head torches.

After that drama we got treated with a 3 course dinner. Lovely food and even lovelier company.

Lukas had a grand old time in my belly.

The day after was all spa, spa, spa. Much needed for tired November.

Such quality to go away for a weekend with your favourite girls. Despite tired today im so happy we did this. I can sleep in an another lifetime.

Growing away

Its funny doing these end of decade wrap ups and remember all the crazy times that has been had, especially looking at life right now. Nightclubs and Burning Man feels like the furthest thing on my mind right now.

I know im going a bit moany here at the end of the pregnancy but it is absolutely lovely sitting together on the sofa feeling baby kick. Even the 4 am raves makes me smile because they are so George and me. Yesterday W was laying on my stomach and got a kick to the head, he was not happy but to me it was just too cute. And plenty more where that came from.

We went to the midwife yesterday and all is good in the hood. Baby is growing away and im all healthy. Fundal height is 31cm, pretty much bang on, and all my test results are ace. With my 10kg up im pretty bang on that curve too. Almost too normal.

He is a little bit above the absolute average but still very much within the normal range.

And, happily enough my back is a lot better now. My hips dont lie and have widened to accomodate for mini man. Cheers. Loving that right now.

End of decade – 2014

We’ve made it all the way 2014. Ive been in London for 4 years, live with Oliver in the first flat of my own, own a sofa and a full set of wine glasses plus manage a team of 5 people in my new position. The growing up is catching up with me…

2014 is when we get Woolly. We are not alone, Lola, Roxy and Teddy the Chunk is added to the dog pack this year. Its all about the dogs and the babies start sneaking in when Kix and Robin get pregnant. Less nightclubs, more dinners at home. I guess thats 32 for you.

Im not 100% there yet and go to Burning Man for the first time. Dance in the desert like there is no tomorrow. Things between Oliver and me are starting to fall apart toward the end of the year and i dream of security and moving back to Sweden.




The year started with New Years in a pub in west. Swede crew on form. The dinner was awful and hilarious. The staff was high and the food horrible. But who  cares when you are surrounded by the best people?


At the end of January we picked this little monster up. I was not so sure to start with, wanted a small puppy, not a teenage rescue with a thieving problem but quickly fell in love with this cuddly , weird and absolutely lovely little doggo.


How not to fall in love with him?


We quickly became the best of friends and he loved the nook. And thats where he stayed since. Rescued from the pond he adored his new life.


And thrived. Gained weight, lost the rash on his ears and became the happiest doggo ever.


With puppy Lola and Ziggy the same age he had his own little family.


We started FICCO. Dinner parties hosted by one couple, food brough by another and secret guest by a third. How to make your life less about them couples.


All about the dogs though


And the booze. Classic.


And half of the nights ended in the dog beds. As i said, less night clubs, more dogs.


Went to Sweden for my birthday and the girls came down to join me. All cold and wintery in the swedish forest.


Best birthday ever after years of crazy parties (dont worry, that would come back….)


My sister came to visit andto meet the newest member of the family.


We wore matching furs


And drank cocktails in various bars (god, i miss cocktails… and my sister)



Lots of fashion parties. Me, i was not very fashion so hid outside smoking. Best deal.


For Easter we went to visit Filippa in Toronto.



We took some truly remarkable tourist photos. Dont really care for Sannas face anyway.


Saw the attractions


And dressed up to wow all those canadians. Aced it of course.


Elin and Tom hosted Eurovision


And i was the polish entry. Yes, that just a shit loads of fabric wrapped around a skirt.


I gave Oliver a walking holiday in Wales for Christmas


It was breathtaking and we hiked the mountains for 3 days. Almost lost Woolly when he got running after all the sheeps but lucky for us (and the sheep) he eventually got tired.



But man, all about them dogs. Keep telling you, nothing else matter than furry angels.

Come summer. Lots of traveling as always. Sweden, NYC, Sweden again, Vegas and Burning Man.


Midsummer at Eriks like every year (until we were banned)


Julia and me went to NYC. Me for work, she becasue she could.


We did all the New York things including eating massive amounts of food.


Sister brought the family for Agnes birthday.


Bonding with the best kids in the world. Cant wait to see them for Christmas.


I hosted another crayfish party at the country house.


Klamydia was there of course. No party without her.


Kix was starting to show and it was all about the baby belly.




You can trust this crew to make sure it becomes the best of parties.

And then finally time for Burning Man. Filippa and me went to Vegas first because…why not.



3 days of free booze, pool parties, glam and people claiming to be semi famous and we were ready to head into the desert.


It was the best experience ever and most of you have heard me go on at length on how much i loved it there.



The dream for a dress up junkie like me.




Its one of the experiences that has shaped me as a human and im so happy i ended up going.

After that summer of fun we calmed down a bit and went to Rye with Woolly. He loved it there.




We celebrated Olivers 29th and mostly run around on the beach and ate scones. Life.


Mum and dad came to visist again and to meet their hairy grandson. Not 100% love at first sight but we eventually got there.


We threw an epic Halloween  party and i finally got to be a dark elf. Life goal!



Kix baby belly made for a great pumpkin and Ben and Candice rocked as Addams family.


We went ice skating


Drinking mulled wine at Winter Wonderland


Lucia in the swede church


With one happy girl on the way back filled with saffron buns and gingerbread.


Chrisrmas baking at Troxes, somewhat better than last years glitter catastrophy.



Then Sweden seeing my girls and ending with Christmas at the country house because best place in the world.



And that was 2014.  A good year and a year that would bring on a lot of change. I was not the same at the beginning as in the end and this would lead to alot of change in 2015. But for now, a year of dogs, travel and growing up.

Heres some bonus pics for whoever can be bothered (as in me and dad)












Week 31

Im coming up to the last two months now. I can feel it. Everywhere. Im still manageable and can reach my toes (barely but still) but everything feels so heavy. And im so, so tired all the time. Maybe partly because of the low iron but also because carrying around that 40cm, 1.5kg parasite in my body.

I have bad days now. When the heartburn sets in or im so full i feel ill or i cant sleep despite being exhausted or when i just miss my old body and enjoying a walk outside. Im mostly fine but my god those days make me into a moany goat. Like for real. I sit there, belly out, rocking back and forth and moan.

Have i told you im all kinds of awesome at the moment 🙂

But, as George and me say when im extra bad ‘remember, pregnancy is magical’. Ha, the other day i saw the dreaded cankles. Sock marks for the win.

Extra happy preggers face.

hehe, this is the true face of an almost 8 months preggers woman.

But all is not bad of course. Hes a cute little hiccupper and i cant wait to meet him. He has his personality already. Full speed mornings, evenings and 4am. Kicking with all his body in every direction at the same time. Passed out as soon as i eat and gently rolling around in his sleep.

I hope he gets George curly hair and skin colour and my light eyes. And both of our hands. But mostly i just hope he comes out happy and healthy.

Woolly has started the full around the belly snooze. Protecting from all angles. One more boy in my family soon.