Green. Flake. Shop Her Chic. Pregnancy Fetish?

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I am featured in my very first (I actually wrote girst then and wondered why it looked so funny) guest post over at Shop Me Chic - skip on over and let me know what you think!!  

On another unrelated note, much like everything that I blog about actually, does anyone else not like lemon, lime and bitters? I used to when I was younger but now it is so sickly sweet.  I am generally not a big soft drink fan at all though so I guess that doesn't help.

I am sure you have seen this necklace before (unless this is your first time visiting and hello to you), it's the same as the black one and I got them both in Bali - should have gotten more dang it. 

I don't usually wear thongs to work but on the 40c day a week or so back our bosses gave us the A-OK to wear shorts, t shirts and thongs to the office.  I've been wearing sandals for months now but took advantage anyway. 

My feet are disgusting from always wearing sandals. I need a pedicure, stat. 

When I go on Maternity leave and move out of the apartment I wont have this mirror or the elevator mirror to take selfies in. What is a girl meant to do? TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!

I think this is a good excuse to buy a big full length mirror for home and invest in a tripod and timer whilst I am at it.

I am sure that lots of outfits will feature baby vomit in the near future. 

This is the Metalicus dress that I wore for my early maternity shoot, you can relive that post here. 

The Husband got me some cute crystal earrings for Orthodox Christmas. 

I didn't get him anything because we had said we would not get each other presents and this made me look bad.

I have been wearing earrings more often these days, getting some use out of the dangly ones before they become a safety hazard and are delegated to the back of my wardrobe, along with necklaces.

If there is any dress that deserves a medal for wear per cost basis it is this one because I bought it in February 2012 for $12.49 and whilst I may not even like it any more I wear it all the bloody time these days as the stretchy cheap fabric is my friend in both this weather and my current stomach situation. 

The day I took this photo, I was schlepping home with take away Thai, walking very slowly as my chafing cream had worn off (nobody ever said pregnancy was glam okay), when a man (maybe 45-50) approached me and I thought he was going to ask for directions or something as that is a standard practice when you live in the CBD and look like you wont steal someones handbag. This is how the conversation went:

Man: Excuse me??
Me: Yes? *smile my 'I often help out people and am non threatening' smile*
Man: Stuttering - You, you, you are very pretty!! 
Me: *Visible shock* Oh. Thank you very much!... (waits for directions or some other question)
Man: Would you like to go out to dinner with me? Do you have time?
Me: *Holds up Thai take out* I am actually taking this to eat with my husband..
Man: Oh you are married?! 
Me: Yes, I am. Why so surprised? I'm also rather pregnant?
Man: What? You are pregnant? I didn't even notice!! *stares at belly*
Me: *something starts to dawn on me* Yes.. 7 months. *points at large belly*
Man: It must have been your GLOW that attracted me to you!!!!!! You look amazing!!! What is your due date? What are you having? Are you excited?
Me: *Starts to walk off...* Um, thanks? March. A girl. Very excited, thank you.

The guy walked with me for two blocks, and kept on going on about my glow etc. 
It had dawned on me by this stage that the guy probably has a fetish for pregnant women, which I have heard is actually not so uncommon after all, otherwise he would have racked off pretty quickly I think. 

After a block of me waddling very slowly with him right next to me I did start to get uncomfortable as he wasn't about to give up any time soon. He was harmless though and it was only about 6PM on a crowded city street. 

I ducked into a 7-11 mumbling something about a slurpee, wished him a good night and turned my back on him. 

I did get a slurpee, just in case he was watching and went home to tell The Husband the story and he concluded that yes, the guy must have had a fetish as you cannot miss my belly and why did I wait until the end of the story to tell him there was a slurpee in the freezer??

I wont lie to you, I was flattered at the start of the conversation but then it dawned on me that he didn't really think I was pretty, he just wanted some belly action, ha! 

Anyway. That was interesting. 

In other news, Eirisa from work (Hello Eirisa!) gave me this little bad boy last week and it was insanely good. How have I never heard of them before?

The worst thing about a Flake though? They actually live up to their name and flake all over the place just to drive me nuts and why waste chocolate?? I feel like these days 85% of food goes down my cleavage and pools in my bra so they are not convenient to eat at all.