The sauna

So, the most holy of holy on an island, the sauna, has been in very little use for the past few years. When the stove finally retired last fall we decided it was time for the very much needed facelift.

The facelift however turned out to be a full scale renovation as we found mold in the walls and a few more unpleasant surprises. The builders were awfully late and now, in November I can conclude we will not be using the sauna this year. However, the guestroom is almost done and I can now reveal the first pictures of the before and after.

So here’s the before:

And here is the after:

The chairs and tables are weathered teak, something we’ve had from before, the net I found at an antiques fair and the bed is Ikea. The cow hide I got from a friend who wished it a better home and the handira is from zoco home. Most of all I am in love with the industrial tripod lamp, I bought it from a dutch seller trough 1st dibs. The reindeer hides I bought at Kankurin Tupa and the table ware is Broste, found at Stockmann.

So there, what do you think?

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The day you were born

I woke up early by the sound of our toddler who had woken. I went to her and she fell back asleep. Usually this kind of awakening makes me wind up but I felt so calm. I had worried about the coming due date for months, will we make it to the hospital, who should take care of Cléo, what if I give birth at home, etc. But all worried were gone this morning. I went back to sleep once Cléo went to kindergatden and once I woke just before noon I felt rested and happy. I had a shower, got myself ready, had lunch and went to see my friend to enjoy a soda in the sun. My husband had the same idea and joined us. We then went to get the dog and walked the short walk to kindergarden. 

On my way to see my friend I felt something that resembled menstrual pain, but it recided quickly. On our way to kindergarden I had a real contraction, it was around 15:00. I started calling a cab while my husband went in to get Cléo, it took nearly 10 minutes to get a cab, and all the while the contractions got more intense. When we came to my parents house I said we weren’t staying, and called the hospital. I was allready feeling the contractions quite bad, having them every three minutes or so. 15:25 I called our doula and right after we left for the hospital. I had a Tens machine to ease the contractions. There were no taxis to be found, one was 15 min away but we decided not to wait so my father drove us. The traffic was insane, it felt like half an hour for us to get to the hospital, I’m not sure how long it took. Once in the hospital they took me into a checking room and saw I was 6-7cm open and the contractions were coming like waves with short intervals. We went straight to the birth room and I got to sit on a gym ball and hang from a hanging cloth. My husband massaged me and brought me water, we listened to latino music so that i would remember to move and dance the pain away. It wasn’t long until I felt the need to push, so I shifted from the ball to the stool, having my husband behind me. I had pushed for maybe 10min when our doula  arrived. Then the real pushing began, and suddenly the water burst. I thought it was the baby so when I heard it wasn’t I had a few moments desperation. I think I even cried “pleade get her out allready!”
I pushed and pushed and then, finally I hear the magic words: don’t push, breathe, breathe, now a little push, breathe breathe, one more push, and then, there you were! Covered in white slime, grey, screaming, and oh the relief of not having to push anymore. That last phase before the light in the tunnel is the worst! 2h20min from the first contraction and I felt like a superstar! No stitches were needed, and no syntetic oxytocin either. As you climbed towards your first meal I was allready lactating. 50cm, 3656 grams, weeks 38+2, during full moon, just like I had predicted. 

We stayed in the room for 3 hours, giving you milk, I had a shower and dad got to hold you. I then sent him to get us something to eat, I hadn’t ad anything since lunch. The midwife brought us some coffee, juice and a yoghurt as we were waiting for transfer. After 3,5 hours we got to move to the dormitory. The nurses came to check on you, you had quite a bit of water in your lungs so the first night I stayed awake to listen to your breathing and clean up the puke. Now it’s 6 am, you are sleeping and so will I 🙂

Expecting baby no2

Some might say I seem to be made to give birth. Pregnancy with no or very little problems, fast deliveries, fast recovery, plenty of milk etc. However, this does come with a downside. Our baby girl Cléo was born 2,5h from when the contractions started, ambulance ride and very mindboggling. This time around seems it won’t be any different. The likelyhood for baby girl no 2 to be born even faster is very high. At the doctors I found out I’m about to “pop” any day, having four weeks left to due date. This means more worries ofcourse, because if the baby is born before week 37 she might be in for a longer hospital visit and complications. As for us, having a national holiday this week, recieving these news was very discomforting because we had no one to babysit our toddler. Our doula made it very clear that we need to leave the second I start feeling discomfort or if my water breaks. There is no time to wait for a babysitter to come from far away. This is the part that stresses me the most, to get someone here and to know my beloved girl is safe. After that, let baby no 2 come wherever and whenever she wants! I’m also worried about maybe having to give birth at home, if the baby decides to be super fast theres no going to the hospital. Ignorance is bliss, having my first I had no idea what could or might happen. Now I do, which keeps me up at night. But, at the same time, I believe in myself and my abilities and the baby will come, soon, one way or the other. 

Time flies!

It’s been ages since I’ve written anything! Time flies having fun or having fun and having a toddler and a full time job! 

Needless to say interior projects has been on the low, managing the normal family routine. I am so greatful for my husband, together we make a good team. And when in comes to interiors I like to say we are in sync, he again likes to say he wishes not to meddle once “I’m in that mode again”

Which I am, constantly. I’m seriously thinking of taking a course in interior styling. I think this is some sort of nesting instinct, as we are expecting our second child. We are refurbiahing our living room and dining room and we just decided to completely renovate our country house sauna building! To completely different styles is hard to keep in check. The sauna is going to be beach shack inspired, micro concrete meets warm wooden tones and naturals, while the city is getting a revamped look, a modern parisian apartment, where old settings meets new modern furniture. Phew, so there will be more blogging in the near future! 

Fat people are harder to kidnap

Always look on the bright side eh? After a very party filled summer I stepped on the scale, “It can’t be that bad” I thought. But oh it was, so so bad. As a side note: It’s funny, while men can brag about them gaining weight, women gaining weight is a subject neither men or women wan’t to talk about. 

Anyhows, I was on the right track in spring, having 3-4kg to lose, now I upped the ante and will now have to loose 10. A little challenge. I find it hard to find motivation, because I only see the end result, and I know how much it will take to get me there, and that makes me less than motivated. But what does motivate me is that I have been there, feeling awesome, and that feeling is something I want back, the hotdamn ass and awesome biceps comes as a plus. 

So, where to start? A journey starts with a step.

Step one: Get breakfast in order and ensure water intake

Step two: Leave out dairy from all meals

Step three: Start eating four times a day

Step four: Skip gluten from all meals and ensure protein-carbs-fat intake is sufficient. 

Step five: Move, get moving, three times a week, if possible four, two cardio and two gym sets. If not given the time, make time, take time. 

There, that’s my not so secret recipe, and with that I lost 17kg two years ago.

Really being there

Today in the park I watched this:
Two boys climbing on the roof of a playground castle, the mother mumbling that they should get down and kept looking at her phone, a little boy who so wanted to climb that castle, but the parent was far away and didn’t see or hear, also looking at his phone. Then there was the parents happily chatting to eachother but still keeping a watchful eye over their little ones, and the ones who were so fully submerged in their childrens play that they didn’t see or hear anything else, their phones happily tucked away in a handbag in the pram somewhere along the borders of the park. I’m not saying one or the other is right or wrong, everyone does as they see fit, I am somewhere in between the two extremes myself. But I could never forgive myself if something happened, like falling off a roof, and I will always help my baby climb the castle and play when she wants. I also believe that children should be allowed to explore and play independently, but under the supervision of a parent. But I am saddened that a phone is more important and fun than your child.

Why it’s worth it

To get to that goal weight that is. As many of you guys know I started my journey in fall 2013, like any bride I wanted to feel great and look great at my wedding. So I worked out, oh damn I worked out, and changed my eating habits and… drumroll..lost 17kg. But that wasn’t the big win. It’s just a number that is easy to say. What I got was my confidence back, my flow. I started feeling good about myself and with that good about alot of other stuff too. I felt happier, I had more energy and more drive than ever. When I started the journey my goal was solely superficial, I wanted to look good and sexy for my husband to be. But as I started seeing results and feeling better I kind of got hooked.

Today, after a baby and an extra 24kg I am now just 4-5 kg from where I was at my best. But the amazing thing is, it doesn’t feel like I need to loose them this time. And it doesn’t feel impossible like the first time around. Because I know what the feeling is, I know what it is worth, and I would never let go of that feeling again. People who have never lost weight or come to terms ith themselves do not know what they are missing which is why it is easier to stay the way they are, because they don’t know if all the hard work pay off. I was that person. Now, I’m the person people get annoyed at, like I used to get annoyed at people going to the gym and have endless energy. So there. Fight for it, it’s worth it!

Body image

Whoa, the big one, the subject most womens magazines make their ka-tsching on. “How to look fabulous”- “Loose a few pounds, look great”, “How to get that beach body in three months” and so on.

I have never been happy with my body. When I was around eight I was allready teased because I had some junk in the trunk, a big ass. Luckily, thank you Jennifer Lopez and Kim Kardashian, I’m off the hook with that one now, but I wasn’t then. I also was the tallest in my class, a little clumsy, never the sporty type and I felt like a walrus, all the time. The thing is you can have a self esteem like million dollars and have low self conscience at the same time. Fake it til’ you make it so to say.

After high school, getting rid of my childhood traumas of being bullied for my weight, never really finding a path to a good me my weight slowly but surely started to rise. It came sneakly, and since I felt bad regardless my weight I didn’t see it. I remember me being 72kg back in 2005, and then feeling as big, as fat as I felt at my pregnant max at nearly 100kg! Now looking back I bang my head against the wall because 72 is now my goal weight, I was there then, I was there two years ago in July. I have gone from 86 to 72 to 99 to 76 in three years, talk about yoyo dieting! Haha, in between was some crazy ass workout, dieting and a baby, a Crohns diagnosis and , well, me! The point is, it doesn’t matter what your body looks like unless you feel good about yourself. There are gorgeus fitnessmodels in my gym that compare their invisible lovehandles, and I want to punch them 😀 no one is more insecure than them!

Pregnancy and being a mum has made me become more forgiving towards myself, and now training isn’t mandatory and a chore, it’s a way of self expression, and a way for me to clear my head. I’m also able to laugh at myself more than before and see the good, not the bad. Like today I saw I had a waist and boobs! Yey! That evens out my pick up truck wide ass 😉 more squats it is! And I bet your ass (or mine as it’s a bigger bet) I will be back at 72, and this time feel damn good about it!

Here’s me 2014, just found out I was preggers:

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This was me a year ago:

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Yes, it’s the same person! And I felt the same! Crazy huh!

Make it count

Mulla on kaksi beibiä, firma ja oma lapsi. Yhdelle kun annan aikaa toinen jää paitsi. Molemmat välillä kiitollisia ja välillä kiittämättömiä, välillä riitän ja välillä olen riittämätön. Annan molemmille kaikkeni mitä pystyn, tasapainottelen. Sen ajan kun vietän jommankumman kanssa annan 100%. On hellyttävää ja samanaikaisesti sydäntäsärkevää kun rakas Cléoni halaa, pussaa, pitää minua kädestä eikä päästä minua mihinkään kun tulen duunista. Samalla minua tarvitaan sielläkin. On ihana tunne olla tärkeä, samalla hyvinkin ristiriitainen tunne. Sanon tämän työkavereilleni nyt: lupaan antaa kaikkeni, ja suosikkimottoni mukaan “get shit done” kun olen tehdä, tehdä oikeita asioita ja asioita oikein. Aion make it count. Toivon vaan että te teette saman, että firma ja sen ihmiset ovat sen arvoisia. Koska jokainen minuutti kun olen pois tytöstäni kaipaan hänet suunnattomasti, ja syy olla hänestä pois better be good!

Childhood memories

I was doing a trip down memorylane yesterday, remembering things from my childhood. I always felt I have very few memories, because as a child I was bullied in school and many memories are either bad or behind shut doors in my mind to where I cannot reach consciously. I was thinking of my first childhood home, in which I lived before I was seven. And the memories are so random.

I remember exactly what the home looked like, the floorplan, where the furniture were, the stairs and the terrace, the view, the kitchen, everything. I remember when I was caught eating butter straight from the package. I called the radiostation once when no one was looking. I remember my nanny stepping out for a cigarette and how I would give her hell for it through the shut front door.

I remember when I fell in the bathtub and how the blood mixed with water and how I was fascinated and terrified at the same time. I used to be so scared of a painting in my parents room. I remember how I would run to my neighbor and ring his door, and the joy I would feel when I could see him approaching the door through the stained glass.

I used to love watching Dexters laboratory and Johnny Bravo. I loved to listen to english, and I spoke it by the age of five. I once tried to demolish the radio because I thought there were little men trapped inside. I also thought that the world at some point had been black and white and then one day everything had been color and I used to try to imagine how it would be to wake up that morning.

I loved my neihgbours backyard, it was full of statues, and we would sneak in to look at them. I also remember being scared of airplanes, hiding when they flew over. I remember how frustrating it was not being able to communicate in finnish with the neighbor kids. I remember the squirrels we would see on our way home from kindergarden. I remember the first death in the family, seeing my mother cry for the first time when her cousin died. I remember a birthday and one particular boy, or not the boy, but his bowtie. No one else had a bowtie.

I remember when my brother brought us a game console, the first ever. And how he built a indestructible lego airplane. I remember when my parents went to australia for two weeks and how we would look at the map to see where it was and how there was a long lag when they called. I remember how I learned to go to the toilet in the night and stop bedwetting and how proud I was. And how I would tell stories about how I would fly away on my toy horse in the night and my sister believing me. My best imaginery friends were batman and robin. And I loved playing Zorro, sword and everything. I remember a curtain that got a fair share of Z drawn all over it.

So random, like fragments. My sister remembers so much more than I do, but these are just a few memories I remember and have stuck for some reason. I wonder what memories will stick with my daughter!