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November 2015

Foodie, Lifestyle

Super Size Me…

One sleepless night I laying in bed just looking through photos that I have been posting during my pregnancy on Instagram. One particular photo caught my eye – a picture of a Big Mac taken roughly about 20 weeks ago.

The background story of that post was I fought the urge to eat a Big Mac burger for 24 hours. I was not going to go down without a fight but it consumed me. It’s all I thought about, dreamt about – but what’s confusing is I don’t eat meat, I am a pesceterian.

These pregnancy hormones flowing through my body were seriously messing with me. So much so the next day at lunch time I succumbed to the craving and had my first Big Mac in ten years. The first since I swore never to eat meat, let alone the lowest of the low – processed meat.

* the intoxicating Big Mac smell filled my office with its alluring aroma*

I have to admit as I opened the burger box I was a little nervous. I took a pregnant pause and just looked at the burger asking myself, “are you really going to eat this?” I even tried to talk myself out of it, “it’s not too late you can save yourself Tinashe!”

I blinked and before I knew it, the burger was in my hands and my mouth was wide open. As I took my first bite into the Big Mac burger I had the bin within range in case I had the urge to throw up and my lemon lime bitters close by in case I needed to wash it down.

None of those things were necessary.

The first bite felt like an out of body experience. The flavours surrounded my mouth and awakened tastebuds that had laid domaint for sometime. The burger had just the right amount of Big Mac sauce, the pickles cemented the flavour and the crunchy lettuce – assured me of the freshness. Absolutely mind blowing – why have I been depriving myself? I took smaller bites to make the moment last, but before I knew it – I had eaten it all! So much for not eating meat.

Since tasting the burger it has been an ongoing craving of mine. At first I would have it once a fortnight – that lasted about three months as I really wanted to make sure I was eating right. What I put on during the pregnancy I would have to work hard to lose once I delivered the baby. Looking at my closet full of clothes – which no longer fit – scared me to obey.

I was giving myself regular pats on the pack for being so self disciplined, congratulating myself for excerising exceptional self control  – as you do, nothing wrong with self praise.

This all came undone about 8 weeks ago.

Basically I have been having one Big Mac a week. It’s like an itch I need to scratch. As the day approaches that I am to eat the Big Mac I can feel my whole mood change, excitement levels reaching a natural high.

I have told myself that since I have a few more weeks to go until I am due – I am going to give into my body and give it what it craves. BUT the moment I give birth I am cutting off the weekly Big Mac supply, just like that. We will leave it in the past as a distant pregnancy memory.

Hi! My name is Tinashe and it’s been 32 hours since my last Big Mac burger.


Fashion, Maternity, My Life

The Butterfly Effect…

I am in the last few weeks of being pregnant. How time flies right? I mean it could be worse – an elephant is pregnant for about 22 months.

Over the nine months that have passed I have gotten used to dressing my bump and carrying it around. As my pregnancy comes to an end I think I am going to miss my baby bump.

At the same time I am looking forward to delivering the baby because I feel some what trapped. I have stopped work, travelling interstate or overseas is a no no, just left with the surroundings around me. This is all because I could deliver literally at any moment and need to be in close proximity to the hospital – yikes!

Each day I find myself thinking about how things are going to be once she is here. What will labour be like? What will she look like? What kind of personality will she have? How will our lives change? Will we cope? So on and so on. Its all so unknown and for a control freak like me you can imagine how I am feeling.

No longer will I be a daughter, sister and wife – I will be taking on the additional title and responsibility of being someone’s mama. I am scared, anxious and excited – all at the same damn time.

Well my mama resume isn’t completely blank – laugh if you want to but in the past I have been a mother to fur babies and I loved them to bits. None of those animals under my care were ever unkept, malnutritioned let alone died in my care. I know, I know, its hardly comparable experience but it should count for something.

Being a mother to a human being that was created and formed inside of me well it comes with its own special responsibilities. Ideally I want to raise a law abiding citizen that positively contributes to society.

The stakes are high though because if we get it wrong as a parent we could have a drug addicted child who sells their body for cash to supply their habit or worse still a career criminal – who spends their life in and out of jail.

No judgement to those that have walked that walk and gotten their life back on track.

My imagination is pretty out there  – so yes the above is dramatic and definitely worst case scenario for any parent.

Parenting can be hard. I have heard it can be exhausting, terrifying, confusing and heartbreaking. It changes your body, your priorities, and  your financial situation.

Even with all that, I still think will be the best job in the world!

Necklace – Lovisa, Jumpsuit – Asos, Heels – Witnner

My Life, Sisterhood

Then and Now…

Of late I haven’t had much time to blog. Thats because I have been busy trying to literally get my life. Over the last few weeks, I have worked a crazy amount of hours to finish up work and hand it over to my backfill in a respectable state. Which by the way is not recommended or advisable for someone who is heavily pregnant. But because of my hard work no one and I mean no one is going to be able to say she didn’t ‘take care of business.

Since we last spoke I also celebrated a birthday and became another year older. First of November is my birthday – we don’t need to go into details about the year, but that makes me a Scorpio. What do you know about Scorpio woman?

“The Scorpio woman has great charm, allure, and inner strength, and is able to overcome almost any obstacle in life. She comes across as self-confident and self-possessed and people are drawn to her for that reason. There is a mysterious quality about the Scorpio woman, because she is intensely private and discrete”.

People who know me personally tend to agree that the above description. Interesting…


On my birthday naturally I spent time on the phone with my mhama talking about my birthday and the impending birth of out first child. Personally I think now that I am becoming a mother I have a new found appreciation and affection for my mother – we have more in common.

Its during our conversation she sent me some old school photos. The picture you see labelled as “then” is yours truly at about 3months. If i didn’t know that was me I be like nah, that doesn’t even look me!

Side note: I did ask my mhama why she was so serious in the photo. Her response? One she didn’t want her photo to be taken at the time. Secondly it was serious business looking after me – as new parents they we were faking it until we made it.

I like this picture because everything was still new to me and was exploring the big bad world – not yet tainted or jaded.


Note to self: Next time you get pregnant try to make it before or after your birthday.

I am in the final stages of the third trimester so opportunities to really celebrate my birthday were reduced to the bare minimum –  basically all I could do was yawn, rest and eat. Repeat.

The “now” photo was taken during my birthday linner (lunch and dinner) outing with my hubby. I was deep in thought – reflecting on the year that was and the year that is to come. Its the first time in a little while that I was able to sit back and really think about what was happening.

You guys, in 2015 I have moved interstate, got engaged and now we are expecting our first child. Most people would have a nervous breakdown with all that activity in one year. Yes its overwhelming, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

As they say God doesn’t put anything on your plate that you cannot handle.

Rest assured that now that I am officially a lady of leisure, you are going to get an influx of content.