I can’t believe she’s 3 months old! I mean, already! It feels just like yesterday I was at the hospital giving birth to her. You can read about her birth story here. She has more than doubled in weight since then – her birth weight was 2.8kg and now she’s over 6! She’s also grown out of her tiny baby, newborn and 0-3 month clothing and is now wearing pampers size 3. She can’t yet hold her head steady on her own but she’s getting there – I’m hoping that as she becomes more and more interested in her surrounding, she’d start to move her head around more often and work those neck muscles of hers. Other than that, I think she’s doing very well both physically and temperamentally. She loves to play. She smiles, coos and chuckles a lot, which is always a delight to watch. She’s also quite happy to be left alone in her rocker or gym mat – she could entertain herself for a good hour or two before she cries for attention. Yes, lucky me! She’s exclusively formula-fed; she feeds 5 times a day: 5 ounces at 9am and 5 to 6 ounces at 12.30pm, 3.30pm, 7pm and 10.30pm, after which she’d go to sleep until about 9am the next day. Again, lucky me! Apart from her feeding time, she doesn’t really have a fixed routine to go by – she naps and plays throughout the day as she wishes; although I’ve noticed that she’s developed a habit of her own, that is, she’d stay awake for the first hour after each feed, and then she’d take a nap for about 45 minutes to an hour before waking up again for the next hour or so until her next feed. It works very well for both of us, so I’m really happy. In the evening, again, apart from her feeding time, anything goes – I don’t bathe her every day, but on days that I don’t, I ‘rinse’ her with Mustela PhysiObébé no rinse cleansing water (something I can’t live without!) before changing her into her pyjama and feeding her; I do try to always give her last feed in the bedroom with dim lighting and soft music playing in the background – I think she knows that when that happens, it’s time to sleep for longer! So… so far so good. Now I can’t wait for her to reach her next milestone.
Baby G – Week 0 to Week 6
Baby G – Week 7 to Week 12
Mummy (yes, dear old me)
My recovery from childbirth has been amazing. I was really lucky to have a straightforward and quick labour and so didn’t really have much to recover from. In fact, I felt completely normal and was able to move around just hours after giving birth to Baby G. I’ve also managed to get out of my pregnancy without any stretch marks, which is great – perhaps because my bump was really small; I only gained 5kg when I was pregnant and I shed them all within a week post-baby. The only thing that’s still there is my linea negra, but I suppose it will fade over time. I haven’t gone back to exercising though. I know, I really should! I’ve been meaning to join a ‘mum and baby’ yoga class but I just keep putting it off! Maybe when she’s 4 months old? Haha… Taking care of Baby G wasn’t hard – I’m not going to lie; of course it’s tiring and it was pretty overwhelming in the beginning, but it wasn’t hard, and what everyone says is true: it does get better and easier with time. At 3 months, my day usually goes like this: I’d wake up around 9am when Baby G wakes up, I’d feed her, play with her for a while and then do some house chores or go online and eat a heavy brunch; at around noon, I’d feed Baby G again and we’d go out right after – we’d go shopping or meet my friends for lunch (in which case, I’d skip my brunch of course) or coffee, etc, etc… ;at 3.30pm, if we’re still out, I’d feed her outside, otherwise, I’d feed her at home, and after that, I’d do my own thing whilst she plays by herself or sleeps; at night, I’d hand her over to my husband – if she’s happy to be held then he’d hold her in his arms whilst we watch something on the TV or Netflix, otherwise, we’d both play with her on the bed until it’s time for her last feed. Not too bad, right? Oh, and I’m no longer breastfeeding – I stopped before she reached 2 months old; it was entirely my decision to stop and it’s the best decision I’ve ever made since I had her. I’ve been happier since and that rubs off on Baby G!
Daddy is fully hands-on when it comes to parenting! He’s truly an amazing husband and an outstanding father. I’m not saying that because he ‘helps me out’ with Baby G and housework – that just makes it sound like it’s my job to take care of Baby G, etc, and it isn’t!; I believe that parenting is a shared responsibility and it’s important for dads to embrace their role – so I’m saying that because I think my husband is doing a great job at it. He’s mainly responsible for Baby G at night and on weekends – he’d feed her, change her, play with her, and he also does things around the house. We make a great team, truly… we help each other out and I couldn’t be prouder of us (and him of course)! *beaming with pride*
This year’s Valentine is really special to my husband and I…
Our story begins in March 2008 – that’s when we first met. We hit it off right from the start, but we only got together officially in June 2008. In August 2008, we moved in together, and in October of the same year, he popped the question. We moved at lightning speed, I know, but hey, when you’re with the right person, why wait? The proposal itself was spontaneous – we were just lying on the bed, watching a movie when he turned to me and asked me to marry him. It wasn’t planned, but for me, it was the most romantic thing ever precisely because it wasn’t planned. Less than a year later, in June 2009, we tied the knot in a small private civil ceremony, and in March 2012, we renewed our vow with a lavish reception in the presence of friends and family.
2 continents, 3 countries and 4 cities later, here we are in 2015, finally settling down in London – we both now have good careers (something we’ve worked so hard over the years for), and in a month (more or less), we’ll meet our lovely baby girl. Oh, and of course, we’re also looking to buy our own place – our first family home. So yes, this year’s Valentine is really special to us – in a way, it marks the end of our journey as a couple and the beginning of our journey as a family.
Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! xx
All over the internet, people have been sharing pictures of the gifts they received for Christmas. I think it’s lovely. They’re obviously happy and I don’t see why they can’t share a little bit of that happiness with the world. So in the spirit of sharing that joyful vibe, I’ve decided to also share what I got for Christmas this year. I’m lucky, I know, and I’m extremely grateful to be surrounded by so many lovely people who obviously thought of me when they planned their Christmas. I’m not going to be able to post everything here (at some point between Christmas and now, I’ve used or eaten some of my gifts!)… but, here are some of the things I got:
Aren’t they lovely?
I particularly like this perfume and vintage Parisian necklace which I got from my sister in law – they’re just so French and so beautiful:
And of course, everything that my husband bought me: a Tiffany’s necklace, a Burberry wallet and a Burberry bag – needless to say, they’re my favourite!
I’m purring with happiness!! Can you blame me? xx
This year, I spent Christmas in Paris – something that I do every couple of years or so. My husband and I drove there on Christmas Eve and we came back to London last Saturday. Yes, it’s not a long trip, but still, it’s magical. As much as I like spending Christmas on my own, I was pleased to be able to spend it with my husband’s family this year, and of course, it’s always lovely to visit Paris.
We woke up at 5am on the 24th and made our way to Dover. We were supposed to board the 8.45am ferry to Calais, but we got there early, so they let us board an earlier one. Lucky us! The sea was a bit rough though – I got sick! But that’s probably because I’m more prone to motion sickness than others. All in all, it wasn’t too bad. We reached France at around 10am and then we just took our time and arrived in Paris with plenty of time to get ready for dinner, which was delicious by the way.
Just look at all that food! And I didn’t even take pictures of our main course and dessert!
We didn’t get a chance to breakaway from the family and visit Paris until the 26th. Not that I’m complaining – going to Paris is like going home; we don’t really do all those touristy things people do when they go for holiday. But still, it’s nice to go for a walk, just because it’s really romantic and Paris is beautiful at this time of the year. So that’s what we did on Boxing day (even if there’s no such thing in Paris).
We started our day with a typical petit déjeuner parisian (gosh, I like the sound of that) – we had some parisian brioche and parisian hot chocolate at the famous Place des Voges. They were lovely – a bit expensive, but hey, we don’t do this everyday, and it’s Christmas.
After breakfast, we went for a stroll in the city. We did a bit of sightseeing, a bit shopping, discovered new shops… I love shopping; there’s no doubt about that. Besides, I believe that when you’re in Paris, you should fully embrace the local culture… yes, yes, like going to the museums, of course (Paris is full of them), but Paris also is famous for its couture houses and luxury fashions: Dior, Louis Vuitton, Hermes, Chanel, Louboutin, etc, etc. One of the best in the world really. Interestingly, when I talk about them, some people still roll their eyes (even French people) and I just don’t get it. If I were French, I would be very proud to have all those designers commanding the world’s attention. I mean, it’s what made Paris famous for being chic, elegant and glamorous. I can’t afford most of the things they sell, but it doesn’t stop me from admiring them (and wanting them) – hey, I love beautiful things. Anyway, here are some more pictures from that day (if you’re interested):
The art installations in front of Centre Pompidou and musée du Louvre never fail to captivate… We didn’t go in to le Louvre this time, but if you haven’t seen the infamous Mona Lisa, you really should!
Cécile and Jeanne are Parisian jewellery and accessories designers. They’ve got a workshop in Paris where they design and handmade all their products. I actually discovered this place by chance; my husband and I was just walking along the street when I was attracted by the beautiful jewellery displayed in the window and so I went in. They’re not cheap but I don’t expect them to be – they’re beautiful and very French. I didn’t buy any, but I just might very soon. They don’t have a store in the UK, but you can the products online.
Don’t you just love Paris. Even at Ladurée, they’ve got super chic shopping bags! I always think their macaroons are a bit overpriced (they’re selling it for 5 euros per piece here), but still, I love those bags!
This was the best cafe frappe I’ve ever tasted! Seriously! It’s so smooth, refreshing and not too sweet. I was in a desperate need of a cold caffeine that afternoon, and this frappe was just perfect.
After our afternoon coffee break, we decided to go see some Christmas decorations at Paris’s most fabulous places – where else… Galeries Lafayette, Printemps, Champs Elysees and Avenue Montaigne (of course).
Look at all those lights…
And that Louis Vuitton store on Avenue Montaigne!
And of course… it’s Dior, darling!
… which was our last stop of the day. We had dinner with my husband’s family that evening and came back to London the next day. There was an hour delay at Calais due to the weather – they had to suspend all ferry services in the morning, but luckily, ours was in the late afternoon, so it was okay. I got sick again and it was worse than the first time. I’m definitely taking the Euro Tunnel next time! Anyway, we had an amazing time in Paris (as you can probably see), and in a few days time, we’ll be off to Tenerife for some sun! Yay!
“That irrational need to clean when you’re pregnant: it’s not irrational, it’s just your nesting instinct kicking in.”
I like a neat and tidy home. Don’t you? Although, at times, I feel like I may have gone a bit overboard with cleaning and organising. There’s a place for everything in my home and it’s really important for me that everything has to be in its place; I get really annoyed otherwise. Think of something, anything, and ask me where it is, and I can tell you immediately where to find it. Let me give you an idea of the extent of my compulsive cleaning and organising behaviour:
- I have a ‘filing’ box which houses all my important documents;
- I have a ‘memory lane’ box where I keep my travel stubs – properly labelled according to the trip, of course;
- I have an ‘electrical’ box with many different compartments inside labelled ‘adaptors’, ‘phone chargers’, ‘SD cards’, ‘batteries’, etc;
- I have a ‘keepsake’ box which houses all my greeting cards;
- The drawers in my bedroom are neatly divided into compartments where socks, belts, gloves, etc, go;
- I have a few of those pretty baskets in my bathroom where I put my everyday beauty products, home spa products, perfumes, etc;
- I have to clean the surrounding area as I cook; and
- I have to wipe the kitchen sink dry every time I use it…
Some would say that it’s an OCD. But is it really? Well, I don’t think so. At least, I don’t think I have the full blown disorder anyway. I just hate clutter and not being able to find something when I need it – it’s such a waste of time and it often causes unnecessary annoyance and frustration.
The thing is, this compulsive behaviour of mine has been getting worst since I’m pregnant. I’m finding myself re-organising my storage system, obsessing about sanitation and cleanliness around the house all the time, replacing old stuff (like curtains and bedding sets) with new ones and throwing away the old ones, and getting all stressed up at the slightest mess. Is it a behaviour that is more prominent in pregnant women, I wondered, or am I getting the full blown OCD? A little research on dear old Google revealed that this irrational need to clean and organise is actually not an irrational behaviour at all – it’s all to do with a woman’s ‘nesting’ instinct, i.e. “an inbuilt need in a mum to ‘protect and prepare’ for her unborn baby.”; “Females of the animal kingdom are all equipped with this same need. Just as you see birds making their nests, mothers to be do exactly the same.”
Read more about it in these articles (or if you prefer to do your own research, google up ‘nesting instinct’, ‘nesting pregnancy’ or something along those lines):
“Nesting and cleaning the house. What is nesting and why will I do it?”
“Why pregnant women are obsessed with tidying and nesting: it’s all to do with their inner cavewoman”
So, turns out, I’m not weird and I’m not irrational. Far from it, I’m nesting, so leave me alone!