And the work slowly starts…

Today I’ve done a check of my current BMR (basic metabolic rate). After my surgery, which is scheduled on September 11th, I will start going on a meal plan. I have a lot of excess weight after the pregnancy and the months preceding it.

I won’t have to start from square one but my body really does need some attention. I will put together a work out plan for myself, I can post the details if anyone’s interested. I will also be posting ideas on Instagram, both food and exercise ideas. I have an account called Unicorns and farts blog connected to this blog which has gone unused since somewhat early on in my pregnancy.

But I fully intend on getting back to training and eating a lot better than I have this last year and a half. So, here’s the naked truth, as per today:

Any and all muscles that I once had are now gone and replaced by a healthy layer of fat. But I don’t fear exercise and hard work. I fear going hungry the first few weeks but with some smart planning I won’t have to be hungry at all.

So, once again: here goes nothing!

Mrs. Campbell

Water world 🐳

So, on May 23rd at 8.30 AM my water broke. I was in bed scrolling through Facebook when I coughed and it felt almost as if I had peed myself, but not really. So I ran to the bathroom while some liquid was seeping down my legs, only to realize that it was, in fact, my water. Pudgy’s little water world was getting smaller.

Something I didn’t know was that for some there’s a small amount of water coming out but for others (namely myself) it came out in bursts. Many, MANY bursts – all throughout the day. I soaked through 3 pairs of underpants and about 10-15 big pads. I’m just glad I wore a dress.

We had an appointment scheduled with the midwife from earlier on and after having spoken to the hospital in the morning I was instructed to go to the midwife and get myself checked and then call the hospital to make an appointment. But the lady we got to see was not our regular one, since she’s on vacation, this one was pleasant but not very good.

My water kept coming in bursts and I had to run off to the bathroom with it running down my legs. Which is a bit uncomfortable and somewhat stressful, and that is why one shouldn’t check the blood pressure right after something like that. But she did. Mine came back 160/100 on the first try and 140/95 on the second. Both very wrong, but that’s irrelevant.

After that visit I called the hospital and they told me to come in after about 3 hours. They suggested I eat something properly before coming in at 1 PM. So we went for burgers at a place called Vigårda in the Mall of Scandinavia. The burgers were great but my water broke twice in that restaurant and Sean and I decided it was best to go to the hospital and wait there.


I got in and the midwives put me on a gurney and strapped a ctg scan to my stomach. 


Under me was a puppy pad (the big ones you use when trying to get puppies housebroken). The scan was on for 20 minutes and in that time I had soaked through my own pads and the puppy pad, along with my dress and later also shoes. They easily concluded that the water had in fact broken and they put me in those sexy hospital panties and gave me a diaper. Yeah, you never feel as hot as you do wearing a diaper…

After the checks were done they concluded that my blood pressure was a bit high at 135/70 so they wanted to do some blood work to rule out Preeclampsia, and then followed a many hours long wait to see a doctor – while seated in the waiting room. Sean went out to get us drinks and later on some ice cream and me a sandwich. He really was a trooper but I was pissed off and swollen and just wanted to get out of there or have Pudgy so as to finally meet and greet him.


After a few hours the doctors came around to see me. They ruled out Preeclampsia and scheduled an appointment for inducing labor on Thursday at 7.30 (if Pudgy doesn’t start that work himself) and we were sent on our merry way home.

At home the water turned from a clear to a pink hue and I started panicking. Even though they told me it could do that. Sean and I made a nice pasta salad to get my mind off of all of that and started watching season 3 of Peaky Blinders, but I was too stressed to watch anything and too tired to be upright so I went for a nap.


When I woke up I had a minor panic attack and I was crying for no reason. Sure there were painful contractions but I was just terrified and didn’t know what to do with myself. But I came around to it and settled down after a while. Sean went down like a log and soon after so did I.

Waking up this morning I feel better, the diaper is still on because the water still comes on and off – but there’s less of it and the bursts are further apart and they are once again clear. Now we wait for the labor pains to start on their own and should they not get going today I will be induced tomorrow at 7.30 AM.


Don’t pretend like you’re not jealous of my sassy pants!
Mrs. Campbell 

Days of thunder…

I was worried, so yesterday we went in to the delivery room to check if everything was fine. Pudgy the whale had been unusually calm for a few days and for a baby that twirls more than a prima ballerina that was a deviation from the pattern and needed to be checked. 

Sure enough, as per usual, as soon as the midwife touched my stomach he started tumbling about and kicking. Which made the midwife chuckle a bit and pat me reassuringly on the shoulder. But, ever the professionals at the Karolinska hospital they still did a CTG scan which further confirmed that Pudgy was doing just fine and that he was in fact a douche since he kept kicking the paddles off of him.
But, I’d rather have him be a douche than still. But he took it upon himself to show just how well he was doing because for the rest of the day it was kicks upon kicks, twists and turns and punches everywhere. You know – to make sure that we knew just how well he was doing and how little he appreciated being touched by someone.

Outside of that the days are pretty calm, we’ve settled in to the new apartment. I keep adding and subtracting things, keeping busy and doing as much as is humanly possible before Pudgy makes his entrance into the world.


The kitchen is finally set up, as of last night. 


The living room is done too, even if I keep adding and subtracting a lot in there still. What needs a little bit more work is the bathroom and the hallway. The bedroom is still being shaped and moulded to fit my wants and needs. And we’ve (read Sean) even cleared our storage unit to fit everything that we don’t use.

It’s really shaping up to be a great place, but we still have to fine tune some details. Which is probably not that strange since we’ve officially lived here since May 1st. And I currently look like a whale myself.


But all’s well that ends well, it’s been said, and I firmly believe that to be true. So, now we continue our waiting and it’s 3 weeks at the most. The due date is Friday the 26th of May, and if we go over it will be an additional two weeks before they induce labor. I’m hoping he’ll find his way out before having to be evicted from his very first real apartment.

Oh, and we’ve settled on a name for Pudgy. His real name will be Erik, but his stage name will remain Pudgy the whale.
Mrs. Campbell

16 days until due date…

It means nothing, the due date. It’s a guestimation at best, but we’re keeping our fingers crossed that he decides to come in May at least. 

I’m on my maternity leave, and doing nothing but cook and decorate the new apartment. Oh and eat. I eat like a full grown racehorse during competition season. And I am doing absolutely no training nor am I exercising in any other sense. My feet are so swollen that I actually cannot wear my regular shoes. Like little raised breads with sausages for toes.

But to be quite frank, the pregnancy has been running about as smoothly as a pregnancies go. Pudgy the whale has kept extremely active and he is growing faster than the regular babies but at the last checkup he was +16% over average size so it is all within reason. Now it’s just a countdown, which will officially start tomorrow when there is only 15 days until his original due date.


So, the pictures sum up all that I do. Rest my poor, swollen feet after some home decoration. Getting new kitchen appliances and growing to biblical proportions.

But I also worry. I worry about finances, about Sean’s residency issues about the labor and actually bringing a child into this world. How will he be? What if we don’t bond at first, what if I can’t breastfeed? 

There are too many variables and it stresses me out. What if I don’t know how to be a good mother to the little whale? What if my insecurities get the better of me and I freeze up..? It’s all there, all these thoughts and ideas. All these worries and then add the weight gain and the lack of sleep and you have set yourself up for some lunacy. This not taking into account all the raging hormones playing tricks on you.

But, soon enough we will all find out just how it all goes. It’s just about waiting it all out, have patience, something I have a lack of.
Mrs. Campbell 

37 weeks of wonder

It’s crazy to realize that if Pudgy the whale decides to come now he will be fine. He’s done, just packing on some lard before making his entrance into the world.

It’s been quite a journey so far. There’s been worry, since we were on our honeymoon in a Zika country (The Maldives), a disease I hadn’t heard of before but that gave me many sleepless nights and even more blood lost to tests. Luckily it all came back negative and we could rest easier for a while. Later on yet Pudgy decided to turn around and I couldn’t feel his kicks, I was worried sick but that too turned out to be okay – he was just being his douchy self… No big deal.

I’ve had a lot of trouble getting any sleep but overall I must say that this pregnancy has so far been a very good experience. The hormones have been running wild and the stress has at times been overwhelming (during pregnancy we got stuck on the icy freeway, had the engine fail, found a perfect apartment but got screwed over by the current tenant and found yet another apartment to which we moved). 

I have learned one thing very well so far: moving is not for women who are 8 and 9 months pregnant. While possible (obviously) it is not recommended.

But all in all I have had a smooth pregnancy with my very sweet husband by my side. He tries and fails, but he tries again and I appreciate all the effort. I’ve been nothing but a handful because I don’t want to realize that I can’t do all things like I used to. It puts stress on him watching me overdo things. But we’re nearing the end of this journey and a new one can start. 

As far as weight goes, I’ve gained about 20 kgs/44 lbs and am feeling very heavy and have a hard time breathing like a normal human being. But I was warned about that earlier on and was, to some extent, prepared. However, I couldn’t know just how bad it would get because sometimes it’s like someone is sitting on my chest and it get so heavy to even get a breath in. It’s often accompanied by contractions which really isn’t very pleasant. Especially if we’re about town, and I have to stop every 10 minutes or so.

Still I feel extremely privileged to not have some of the issues other ladies seem to experience. The throwing up, the constant hip and/or back pains, the pregnancy diabetes and all else that is common. I do have some minor issues with my back and hip region, but that comes and goes and I do get to rest from it. My blood work is looking spectacular and the heart rate has been at a steady 120/70. One minor deviation of 120/80 one of the weeks but that went back to it former self at the next check up. Pudgy has grown consistently and the blood sugar levels have been between 4.0 and 4.1. With an exception when I ate two jam sandwiches before the check up and it jumped to 7.0 🙂 

I did a glucose tolerance test that showed 4.0 before eating and 4.4 after 2 hours of rest after that sugar drink. My midwife was surprised and wondered how I’m even standing up. I’m a sugar fiend, that’s how 🙂

But yeah, all is well that ends well – and now we’re on the homestretch. Let’s see how it all goes. I’m equal parts excited and terrified.


A funny picture of me before pregnancy and one from today in week 37. My body went funhouse mirror on me. But it’s all part of it.


Here is a picture of Pudgy’s corner, before it was all done. But it’s more to give an idea of what and how he will be living his first few months.
Mrs. Campbell 

Suburbanite dream…

We spent the night at my parents, who live in a house right outside of Stockholm with a partial lake view. It’s a small town with one apartment building, right next to the local store which closes at 5 on weekends and 7 on weeknights. It’s a small town that hosts less than a thousand inhabitants, less than an hour away from our nations capital. And it is like a fairy tale. The house is a bit of a tech heaven due to my parents being fond of new technology and my brother being extremely tech savvy. The place hosts a very smart, curved 55″ tv that you control with your phone, same goes for the lights and the ac. It can all be controlled via the phones. My favorite feauture is their shower that has a built in blutooth surround system so you can listen to your music while in the shower cabin. 

The place is spacious and homey, but it is not my dream. It is close to it but I realized that I will never work in a small town. I love the freedom and the anonymity of a big city. I like not knowing my neighbors and being incognito when I so choose. But the thing is I’m also realizing, as of late, that I may enjoy living in a house. I’ve loved living in a small apartment overlooking other small aparments, and having several neighbors surrounding me but never interacting with. But it’s dawning on me that the small apartment is no longer all that it’s cracked up to be. 

We are two grown people sharing 38 sqm/409 sqft, soon to be three but one miniature one. There is no room for any of our things, you have no privacy and you cannot take a phone call when the other party is asleep without waking them or whispering. So this city mouse is realizing that she may need to go elsewhere, where she may lose some anonymity but gain more space. Because the husband and I can fit in an enclosed space, but little man will need to be able to move about freely. More so than he ever could in our current living quarters. He needs his own space and we will need ours. Not to start off with, but time flies and there’s no need to wait any longer.

That realization, the selflessness is new to me. I’ve been a one man island. I’ve loved having a brand new apartment in a fancy area, where the neighbors are handpicked and there’s no worries even when you (like I did) forget to close the trunk of your car overnight with brand new carpets in it and a winter coat. Nothing was missing. Trunk still open when I stepped outside in the morning. I may never have that again, but instead I can have my own garage and a patch of land in which I can grow veggies and flowers. I can let little man play outside without having to worry about him getting hit by a car. 

I’m slowly coming around to leaving the big city. It’s a process, but I am slowly changing my mind. And who knows, by this time next year I may be writing a post from a house or at the very least a huge apartment in the outskirts of Stockholm. We’ll see how it all progresses.


Mrs. Campbell 

No one told me…

So I’ll tell you. I’m in my 22nd week and the baby is alive and definitely kicking. Sometimes he has a drumsolo on my bladder, and it is the weirdest and most uncomfortable sensation ever. It feels like you’re going to piss yourself right then and there. The kicks are generally very uncomfortable even this early on. So whenever someone says that it’s nice feeling them and get all cozy about it, know for sure that it’s a lie.

It is extremely reassuring to feel the baby kicking, it provides a comfort in a wirld of confusion and worry. Not uncommon to feel extremely nervous and anxious. No one tells you about that.

The fact that you will worry yourself out of sleep when you can’t feel the baby kick or move about. No one tells you that there are full weeks called “the ghost weeks” where you don’t feel pregnant and start doubting everything. Wondering if the baby is still there or still alive. Fully normal but still terrifying.

No one tells you that your back and hips may give way early on and that your significant other might have to put your shoes on for you and help you get dressed. No one tells you that getting a uti is common but what’s even worse is the constant yeast infections. They hurt and drag on and lord help you if you don’t respond to the medication, like yours truly.

No one talks about the nipples hurting and expanding to biblical proportions. Or that you will be itchy, like a junky with bas withdrawal. They won’t tell you that not all women get the great skin snd hair, that glow that some have is instead a grayness and brittleness in others.

I have more zits than I ever had in my teen years. I’m constantly hungry, hormonal and tired. And I could fart constantly.

It’s not very charming. But it is pretty neat, don’t think for a moment that it’s not an awesome experience. Even with the lack of sleep, the constant pering and the sore boobs. It is still super strange feeling someone kicking your butt from the inside. But once he makes his entrance we will be able to kick his butt, in most things – except cuteness. Can’t beat a baby’s cuteness. 

And all those tiny things, tiny outfits. They’re so neat and have no business being so small! Too cute not to absolutely adore.

Mrs. Campbell