║today my way║

Top, Dress: Atmosphere, Leather Jacket: Aviatrix Leather, Wedged Sandals: H&M, Necklace: Etsy find

Give me black everything and you're making all my dreams happen. I hope the abundance of dark colours is not too overwhelming for you guys so accept my apologies and enjoy the canary yellow I'm bringing over today. We found this little daffodil meadow just a quick skip to the left from the main street we travel to school every day, what a miracle of nature met randomly last Saturday. That brings me to the topic of today, as opposite in weather as it could be to the one we were pleased with for a short stroll down the daffodil path.

I was pregnant during a springtime once before. Did I consider what colour would suit me best back then? I don't think so, I don't think I was ready to handle a lot at that time apart from trying to feel well enough to get out of the house and work steadily till my daughter arrived. Now it seems busier but I manage to squeeze more within those nine months than ever before. Sounds crazy, right? I love how it sounds!

There are no rules and schedules as of now, it's just us not having many plans other than having fun together while preparing for the arrival of our little boy. That's preferred. And recognizing key pieces as I have mentioned in the title. Whether this being an overworn little black dress or the essentials awaiting the baby, kept folded neatly in drawers - those I have no trouble finding time to get lost in. Also coming across the beauty of nature in the form of a yellow meadow - those are my lucky finds I try to highlight daily in my mind. It's all about feelings they bring up. Happy new week, friends. x

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►► Chocolate robot didn't last long, wasn't even partially shared. Begged to be devoured.

The colour of her cheeks and the shine in her eyes. The ruffles of a skirt, stripes covering busy legs mixed with even more on top. The shade of the sea and our companion of a clear sky, green bushes seduced by the evening sun. Today it may be the blue and corn yellow, tomorrow other inspiration will take over as we know ourselves well enough not to fight it. Inconsistency in hues is the only priority. So is the change of scenery, mood and means of transport (hello scooter days!), change of circumstances. I love the experiences that come with it all.

We still walk a lot or I should say, I still do and that is my biggest achievement as of late. But as an investment activity, I'll take it and go wherever the streets will take me. This time it was Swanage again, a place where everything has started for us on English soil and because we've known the place like inside and out and a little beyond, we just settled on trying what we know and love - from visiting Chococo, a chocolate factory with cute creations making their way to our mouths way too easily, dining on fish and chips overlooking the sea in its prettiest tint of blue, rummaging through trinkets and inessentials of a Curiosity Store stocking more wonders than a child's toy basket can hold were the most to be happy with. Weather was not to be left go unnoticed too - clear skies and a slight breeze steered us into the shinier side of life.

A busy weekend ahead of us - glamming up our bedroom with some colour. I hope it will prove that with a little creativity (and a lot of swishing of paint brushes) we can turn this space into something worth oohing and aahing at. Photographing too. Happy weekend, friends!

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Not bundled in layers and not thinking about getting away somewhere hot. It must be spring or my ideas how to dress this beautifully round belly are shrinking dramatically. Either way I'm still covering a little swollen feet and expanding hip area, at least until summer rolls around. Also who said a little black dress is strictly forbidden while expecting? A little longer, with a relaxed fit and in black. It can still work in public.

At 33 weeks life gets pretty tiring no matter how glossy my skin may look here and how soft the under eye area. When you're hoping to steal a nap each time you land on the sofa, it really means you need it. So I shut my eyes innocently for a second and get shaken up by Nadia to hear about another exciting thing of the day because closed eyes mean zero plans and that's just impossible in the world of a six year old. I get it and will try to change.

At 33 weeks simple daily activities are considered achievements. Tasks that qualify to be put on to-do list in anticipation of a total success in crossing them all off as done. Starting with rolling out of bed gracefully... you get the idea.

At 33 weeks there is no greater pleasure than having somebody helping you with those incredibly intolerable tasks a child of two attempts to call easy: taking socks off, reaching the highest shelves just as the lowest ones, getting from lying down to an upright position. I guess I still exist only because of my husband ;)

At 33 weeks I live my life by three main commandments: to look awake, focused and decently dressed. If those three are mastered, everything else has the capacity to be just fine. x

Dress, Flats: Atmosphere, Cardigan: H&M

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Spring breaks or any short breaks we can totally enjoy as a family during school holidays is a time we crave like a well planned and executed meal cheered with loud squeals and anticipation of sorts. We don't usually get enough of quality time as three with my weekend working schedule so trying our absolute best while the opportunity comes our way is the answer. And if weather cooperates the yummier. I tend to shed the outer layers far too quickly once the chirping of birds gets noticeable, I may still experience a bit of a goosebumps situation but will highly refuse the coat or the scarf once it's been left on hook. There's no compromise.

This day was great. I am constantly reminded that less planned and more laid-back outing, the whole experience is worth the waiting. We went to the nearby playground and in between swings and rounds around the area, Nadia sat to rest and draw enthusiastically on the bench next to me trying to find the best position on the hard surface. There was lots of laughter, silly jokes, maybe a meltdown too but I don't really remember that. What I do remember is having all my favourite people in one place to have fun with and more. And a bag of salty chips for the afternoon of salty kisses.

This hat was bought on sale, first that I found made in my size! I may be loving slouchy, one-size-fits-all blouses and sweaters but hats must be dedicated to the circumference of one's head, don't you agree? How hard is it to understand and force in the production line, retailers? Anyway, I'm happy to announce the miracle of being paired with one even if for another decade (I hope not). The seaside we finished our escapade at was windy but beautifully sunny and everybody and their dog was surely there. I can't wait to stroll down the beach more often this year, this time with a little hand in mine and a sweet milky lips brushing over the top of my shirt. I literally can't wait. x

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This expressive arrangement of eyewear is meant to spark joy while being highly individual to the person wearing it. I also love the light, unbreakable case creating an interesting dialogue with the pair inside because of its transparency. All there is to be yet done is a little tightening of temples and their tips to fit my small head as this is the part that is harder to get right while shopping online. I'm totally happy about that. But the best thing of all? There is a special coupon code for all of you to get 50% off on eyeglasses and sunglasses with free lenses (sale frames excluded).

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All opinions are my own. Thank you for the opportunity and to my readers for supporting our sponsors. x

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I am a mom. I have been a while, over the past few years, precisely. On occasion I feel like I'm not, like I'm back to my younger years of escaping boring classes and experimenting with concealer but where I am now is a gift, a mountain high privilege. I conceive children easily, so far it took a fortnight in both cases to experience the first unpleasant symptoms. Preparing the nursery is just a formality. I tend to get through the pregnancy without struggle, mostly thriving in mild nausea, heartburn and occasional leg cramp. Breathlessness and backache, that is a bonus. I keep myself extremely active too, walking my legs off and being super pleased about being able to.

This time around it's been harder, with my ligaments softening quicker and challenging most of my moves yet it still feels bearable. The Mount Everest climb I compare my pregnancy to is about to be completed. The tough, unpredictable way up (first trimester) surprised me with the same sweet tooth I had while carrying Nadia and made me falling asleep on the bus while doing school runs so most of it seems to me like a blur. It drew on anxiety and mood swings, present fears and future inconveniences, discoveries of sorts. Humour and passing time helped me climb it fast. Once I reached the surface of a safe zone (second trimester), it felt I could do it in a heartbeat while working hard, planning ahead and following new guidelines. Anxiety has settled, some conversations took place leaving us inspired and in control of the days and emotions still to come and love, gratitude from experiencing it all again was constantly growing with renewed energy and invigoration. Now I'm on my way down (third trimester), inspired, assured, in awe of the scale of love I feel and faith in us knowing we can get through everything, our personal fears and misconceptions, highs and lows included. The road down is tough and unpredictable, I can do less and less I commit myself to. I rely on more people, say no more often, walk away almost immediately. This time is almost sacred, with more thoughts but also equal number of fears with labour taking the lead. My backpack is heavy and oxygen bottle gets lighter daily. My body performs almost an impossible task and struggles to meet my needs. Yet it evolves perfectly to make me a mother again. I believe the climb down will be memorable, he may take his time or decide to greet us anyday now (32 weeks seem to be still way too early but who knows, I am ready for him as I have always been).

I will be a mom again. I have decided to be a mom again.

It felt right raising Nadia on her own for so long I don't remember the exact time it felt awkward. Somehow missing on something. A sibling. Around end of last summer when we didn't go to Poland for our annual summer holiday (immigration crisis, blockages at the Channel Tunnel, etc.) I found myself articulating the desire to bring another child to our home. Shake things up, says Damian. Love someone, I say. I know that this topic would come around sooner or later, I have been sitting on a fence for a while knowing what I really wanted. Although you can never predict your future, you have to make things happen or at least have them be spoken out loud. For a brief time I hesitated. Life was good, work was fine, it felt cosy and permanent. Yet it's only coming together now, with our family about to expand with everyone congratulating and supporting. It felt good but now it feels right.

Thank you to everyone that is supporting us in our new role. You don't know how much it means to me. xxx

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