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I know I’m just full of excuses lately, but we’re rearranging furniture in our flat, and part of that means that the printer isn’t hooked up to the computer at the moment. The printer is where the Memory Stick reader is, which is how I import photos from my camera to my computer, so I haven’t imported in a few days. This means no super recent photos, but it also means I was inspired to find an old photo to use for Wardrobe Wednesday.

So here I am. I think I’m 20, give or take, in this picture. I look bored and I have a zit on my cheek. I’m visiting my parents, so it’s likely during a Christmas break, but it might be the summer after my first year at college. I don’t really remember, and my parents live in Florida so it’s not like the fact that I’m in a knee-length skirt means it can’t be December. Also, I never go outside in Florida, so the fact that I’m the same color as the couch doesn’t mean it can’t be July.

I no longer have any of the articles of clothing pictured here. The shirt I’m wearing over the tank top was probably already too small at the time, and the tank top and skirt definitely would not have survived the mid-20s “wait, what happened to my metabolism?” thing.

I do still have that pillow I’m hugging, though. I don’t hug it around the house anymore, but I still have it. I could never get rid of Pillwy.

There’s no real point to this post, I know, but that’s the best you’re going to get out of me today, unless you want to hear me rant about third-trimester mood swings. And even if you think you do, you don’t. Have a happy Wednesday!

ETA: Feet Off the Table has taken over Wardrobe Wednesday officially! Now I need to remember to do my linky linky duties.

Update: My wonderful husband, with all his native Danish knowledge and m4d g00gl3 sk1llz, found my screwdriver for megacheap online. It should arrive tomorrow. Fingers crossed that my hard drive is ok and I can recover all my stuff.

The woman who started Wardrobe Wednesday is no longer doing it. I don’t really want to host anything formal, especially in this time of computer transition and pregnancy and whatnot, but I like doing WW, so here we go.

I have a few hats. I hang them on pegs on the wall in our foyer. Dagmar doesn’t always have access to the foyer, thanks to our baby gate, but when she gets the chance, one thing she likes to do is try on my hats.

I think the “no two articles of clothing are even remotely the same color” look really works on her. What do you think?

(For more Dagmar cuteness, in case you were not aware, she has her own site with [mostly] daily pictures at Altered Earth. If you aren’t into RSS, you’ll get updates via my Twitter account as well.)

Yes, I’m still alive. In fact, I’ve had a draft of a blog post for an embarrassingly long time, and even more embarrassing, this is not it. It’s not that I haven’t had things to say, it’s just… life getting in the way.

So for my first post in a long while, I present a double feature, if you will. I’m combining the Money Monday I totally intended to post this week (also not the aforementioned draft) with some Wardrobe Wednesday fun. First, here’s my bump as of today. I’m 33 weeks pregnant.

For comparison, here’s my 35-week bump from last time:

Yeah, I’m bigger this time, but not like OMG circus-freak big. So, we can stop with the comments about how huge I am, k? It’s getting old. I know with 100% certainty that I’m not having twins, that the baby is not unhealthily large, and that everything is going fine. It’s just normal, bigger-the-second-time-around-edness. Thanks.

That said, it does certainly FEEL pretty darn big. Perhaps I’m just not as in shape this time, or maybe it’s weak muscles from having a cesarean before, or just from having had a baby in there once before, or what, but yeah. It hurts having a bump. As some of you may know, despite never wearing a support belt when I was pregnant with Dagmar, I’ve been using one for a long, long time this pregnancy.

I dedicate this post to my wonderful support belt.

My Support Belt

I love you, oh support belt! You were worth every øre!

Not that it makes all the pain go away, but it helps a lot. If any pregnant women out there are reading this and have ever entertained the idea of getting one, just go do it. For real. Best ever. Before the belt, it felt like my belly wasn’t even a part of me. It was just extra weight attached to me and pulling me down. I hated it. Now I only kinda dislike my bump, and it feels like it really is part of my body. An annoying part of my body, but hey, this is a big step up.

I can’t believe I have nearly two months left to go, and that kinda makes me want to cry sometimes, but we’re getting there. Every day, we’re getting closer. I’m trying my darndest to think it’s cute when Maggie kicks me in the ribs. Thomas is probably getting tired of me calling him over to come feel the kicks, but if I concentrate on how fun it must be for other people, it keeps me from thinking about how uncomfortable it is for me. I don’t remember Dagmar’s kicks being this annoying.

At least I have a support belt.

Hopefully I’ll get around to posting again on Friday, but if not, I’m probably still alive. Just with a cold, a dead laptop, and a toddler coughing up a lung. No biggie.

Not this girl! At least not yet, but she has one all ready to go in approx. 21 weeks or so when she makes her grand entrance into the non-womb world. (Hooray for hand-me-downs!) Say “hi” to Maggie Rose. In that last pic, she’s waving at you! All’s looking good and normal.

My princess needs a crown.

She won’t keep clips in her hair, but I bet she’s keep a crown on, and I already know she loves wands. Clicky above to see why I entered to win goodies for my girlie. Gooooorgeooooous!

She brought me these clothes for help putting them on. I love when she picks out her outfit. And then dances the mambo.

I didn’t know there was a singalong at the end of playgroup, so when everyone looked like they were packing up, I got Bean in her snowsuit.

Then I realized no one was leaving yet. So here’s Bean in her snowsuit, and everyone else still in their Fastelavn costumes.

Oops.

Bean can unzip zippers and unsnap snaps like a pro, and lately it seems that she enjoys doing those things so much, that she’ll relieve her pyjamas of their duties at the expense of being cold, just to get some practice in.

It turns out that two-piece, zipper-free, snap-free pyjamas for 17-month-old girls are not very popular, because I can’t find any. I did have a set of pink jams with little white poodles on them, but they’re size 3T. With nothing else to try, I put them on her.

And they fit.

What?!

I can only assume they shrunk. I got them used from another mom, so maybe they used to be 3T and now they aren’t, but the tag doesn’t self-update… right? Right? My little girl can’t possibly be a size 3T! She’s like 20 pounds!

I’m a day late again, but I’m posting. So yay!

I don’t know if men have this problem, but every woman who’s ever shopped for clothes in any place where the clothes were already made and not tailored for your body knows that it’s an extremely rare thing for a pair of trousers to fit and look good in all dimensions. Typically you have to decide between the ones with the right length, the ones that fit at the waist, or the ones that fit at the hips, or maybe between the one that highlights your pot belly and the one that highlights your flat rear.

I never realized that this problem started at birth.

Dagmar has two trouser options: highwaters, or showing-off-the-diaper-label. This is one reason I use BabyLegs whenever possible. They always fit since the waist measurement is irrelevant, and the leg length can be anything from newborn to however long the whole BabyLeg is. We even have some of the extra long BabyLegs, so I think she’ll be covered for a while.

The downside to BabyLegs is that BabyLegs + onesie leave exposed skin, and in a Scandinavian winter, that just doesn’t work. So even with BabyLegs, I still have to put trousers on her. Trousers that don’t fit, and never will.

Maybe it’s time I go shopping for tights and skirts?

I mentioned previously that I got some clothes for Christmas that I wouldn’t have picked out for myself, but look good on me. Then I never posted any pictures. So here you go… a self-portrait in one of my new tops. I think this one might be my favorite. It’s no secret I like colors and patterns.