Celebrating this very rare and very pregnant chapter in my story. I feel so happy and full of life.
New interview on pregnancy sex and kink with Nikki Darling on the KLE Podcast
I adore well-planned first dates. Dinner first, always. Poetry? A bonus.
And just like that, I went to my first party pregnant. Quick selfie omw to a SATC themed do over the weekend. The Carrie-style tulle skirt emphasised my “pregnant girl” bump nicely!
Ladies who lunch Sri Lankan marrow bones and deep conversation with beautiful Mx Valentina.
Decaf coconut latte and a freshly squeezed carrot juice. Never visualised myself as a carrot juice drinker, tried it for the first time last week, instantly hooked. Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it
A little light weekend reading… maybe best read in private. Tap here to make the link appear.
I’m growing all out (please excuse the carpet burn).
Being pregnant has me particularly enjoying sinking my teeth into lunch and dinner dates.
Someone told me pregnant girls glow, but I’m smouldering…
Nobody warned me that being pregnant would make me enjoy my curves this much. I am becoming a terrible flirt.
Well… there’s no hiding to now. I think the bump has officially arrived. I promised I’d start documenting things once the “pregnant girl” bump appeared.
New pregnancy craving unlocked: caviar and crisps at The Original Ivy.
I looked in the mirror tonight and realised… the “pregnant girl” bump is unmistakeable now.
