Oh boy. Not only is my bump growing at record speed, but now my face has decided to join the party, too. Every glance in the mirror feels like I’m watching a balloon inflate in slow motion—rounder by the day, fuller by the minute. At this point, I keep thinking, this could be my last post for a while. Not because I’ve run out of things to share (quite the opposite, actually), but because any day now, our little girl might make her grand entrance.
Still, life goes on—and so does the blog. In fact, I have something special lined up: a beautiful collaboration with MyTheresa that I can’t wait to show you. The photos are ready, and trust me, they’re worth the wait. Until then, I’ve been keeping busy in my own small way: shooting looks whenever I manage to venture out with Thomas and James. Honestly, it’s the best motivation to resist the gravitational pull of my pajamas. Because left to my own devices, I’d happily lounge in stretchy cotton from sunrise to sunset.
But there’s a doctor’s voice echoing in my head: “Keep walking. It helps your little girl make her way down.” So, I lace up my shoes, take a deep breath, and head outside. I won’t lie—one walk around the block leaves me craving my bed more than another lap around the neighborhood—but there’s something grounding about those small steps. Each one feels like preparation, both physically and mentally, for the new chapter ahead.
The Style Struggle Is Real
Here’s the honest truth: maternity dressing gets harder the further along you are. I look at my wardrobe every morning and think, didn’t I wear that exact outfit yesterday? And often the answer is yes. The combinations are shrinking, the options limited. Comfort rules, and creativity gets squeezed into the little spaces that remain.
But here’s the silver lining: accessories still work their magic. Even when clothes feel repetitive, a pair of sunglasses can transform a look from tired to intentional. And thankfully, my balloon-like face still accommodates them nicely.
Lately, I’ve been reaching for one of my all-time favorites: the Hudson by Ace & Tate. They’ve got that retro, slightly masculine energy that makes me feel like I borrowed them from my dad. It’s that mix of nostalgia and cool that I can never resist. And the truth is, you can never really have too many sunglasses. They’re like little wearable pick-me-ups, perfect for hiding puffy eyes, tired mornings, or—let’s be real—a complete lack of makeup.
Small Rituals, Big Comforts
What I’ve realized in these final days of waiting is that it’s the smallest things that bring the most comfort. A short walk in the crisp air. Putting on lipstick even if I have nowhere to go. Choosing sunglasses that make me feel chic, even when my ankles are threatening to swell out of my shoes.
These little rituals are reminders that life doesn’t stop while you’re waiting for a baby to arrive. Yes, everything is about to change, but in the meantime, there’s still joy to be found in the everyday.
I also like to think of these moments as little lessons for myself. That even in seasons where I feel limited—physically, creatively, or emotionally—there’s always room for play. Even if that play looks like the fifth re-styling of the same oversized sweater, paired with whichever pair of jeans still button under my bump.
Looking Ahead
So, if my looks start to feel a little repetitive on here, bear with me. It’s not a lack of imagination—it’s just the reality of the ninth month. And to be fair, there’s something comforting in that too. A kind of uniform for these in-between days, where the focus is less on fashion milestones and more on life’s biggest one just around the corner.
For now, I’ll keep walking, keep sharing, and keep reminding myself that this stage—though it feels endless—is fleeting. One day soon, I’ll look back at these final days of swollen cheeks, PJ temptations, and endless sunglasses with a kind of fond nostalgia. Because, as I’m learning, even the balloon-face moments deserve to be remembered.
And until then, I’ve got my Hudsons to keep me feeling just a little bit glamorous.
