As you know, I’m all about creating great and wonderful and new things. OK, admittedly, not everything comes out great and wonderful – some soaps turn out ugly or maybe just not at all what I’d planned. There’s one creation I’m working on, though… One thing that’s great and wonderful and precious and miraculous. Check it out…
Yes, sir, that’s my baby! 🙂 I’m 15 weeks along and enjoying the joys of the second trimester – the increased energy being the biggest one. (Hey, I’m a business owner, and life starts getting busy in the Spring!) Not loving so much the fact that, overnight, my favorite Chico’s jeans went from having to be hiked up to “Holy crap! I can’t get ’em buttoned without sucking in hard!” Unfortunately, the growing baby bump doesn’t allow for a great deal of effective sucking in.
Our little family of three’s very excited about the baby coming, as are our own families of origin and friends. My dear friend and soapbud Shawna is sending me her old maternity clothes, which is a blessing, and God continues to provide wonderful things for us. We’re getting excited about moving, too, though I’m not relishing the packing part. The new start at the coast will be wonderful, though I still won’t be able to enjoy the fruits of the sea like I’d want to until after the baby’s born. (No albacore tuna, mahi mahi or snapper for this mommy-to-be – too much mercury.)
Being pregnant certainly makes soapmaking more of an adventure than it’s been previously. Certain essential oils are off-limits to me because they affect estrogen, lavender EO being the biggest culprit. Guess what’s my favorite to soap and my best seller? Of course, my Ooh La La-vender soap. My nose is sensitive to my fragrance oils, and not in a good way. Oakmoss Sandalwood is my favorite to soap, but the first batch I did with it, I nearly puked. Not promising. Fortunately, I received a bar of OS soap in a recent swap, and it smells sexy to me, thank goodness. So, I haven’t developed a scent aversion to it, which I was afraid of. The hard part is, a fragrance will smell wonderful when I’m soaping it, but 24 hours later, I’ll want to be as far away from it as possible.
I’ll have another picture or two in a few weeks when I go for my anatomical ultrasound. Hubby and I are still largely undecided about whether we want to find out the sex of the baby or not. I’d like to this time so I’ll know if we need to haul down the 18 million bins of girl clothes when we move. He can understand that. However, he wants to be surprised like we were with DD, and I agree that was fun. So… Who knows? We may not find out until August.
