Thursday, August 30, 2012

CopyCats Week 10

It's CopyCat Friday today which means we copy a look we've archived on Pinterest or other places and get away with it! 
To be honest, I had a hard time figuring out what look to copy as my wardrobe is pretty minimal these days. The seasons are changing and I'm getting huge, which limits me to things that stretch...
BUT, I found this darling lady who is also pregnant and thought to myself "I have all that." 
So, that's how I ended up with the look I did this week! 


Necklace: BCF, Dress: H&M, Blazer: Thrifted, Shoes: Urban Outfitters


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lazy dayz.


The last two days have been totally lazy. 
I've been so exhausted and it hurts to walk so I've just been laying on the couch watching Pretty Little Liars with a lit candle pretending that it's Winter and that I'm sick. 
The coffee table is covered in dishes and wrappers and I only clear it when I run out of room for my new dirty dish or snack wrapper. 
I did manage to squeeze into a pair of jeans last night for date night, but it was pretty miserable after two days in stretchy pants. 
I also painted my nails red once I'd peeled the green off from PLL-induced anxiety. 
But I have yet to vacuum up those little green chips.
Luckily I have a husband who did the dishes and ate a frozen pizza and still told me how beautiful and lovely I was at the end of the day. 
Lazy is his kind of perfect day (because he never gets to be lazy) so I still managed to score major wife points even from the couch!
Cheers to that! 

Remember that tomorrow is CopyCat Friday! 
It's also the last day that I will be taking sponsors for the month of September. 

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

a new fave blogger sharing her bump style!


I am so happy to introduce you people to one of my favorite new (well, new to me) bloggers, Cecilia from Dearest Lou. She lives an absolutely adorable life and she and her husband are expecting their first baby soon too! I love her blog and think you will too. She is simply the sweetest!

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Hello! I'm Cecilia, a life and style blogger coming to you from SLC, Utah!  Dearest Lou is my personal outlet for all things going on in my life, including my first pregnancy, husband, and others in my life that I adore.  However, its main focus is about my personal thrifty style.

My blog acts as a motivation for me to get dolled up every day, try new styles, and as a place to see my style change and grow along with my blog.  I’m so excited to be guest-posting here on Frills for Thrills! I’m sure you are all familiar with Sarah’s amazing outfit posts and how stylish she is when dressing the bump. Well, for my post today I wanted to share some of my tricks and tips for dressing the baby bump.


My bump didn’t begin to really stick out until I was 18 weeks along. This was my first official maternity post. I absolutely love this vintage skirt and shirt I thrifted. This entire outfit was thrifted except for my accessories. Up until my 18th week I had no probelm what-so-ever fitting into any of my pre-pregnancy clothes. 

Getting dressed every day since has become more of a challenge. It's sometimes hard to embrace your bump and feel beautiful but once you accept the reality of things pregnancy is a beautiful thing.  


Skirts with extra stretchy waistbands or tieable waistbands have become my best friend. I absolutely love the skirt pictured above and ordered it a size up just to be extra comfortable. These kind of skirts are nice because you can wear them after pregnancy and during all stages of your pregnancy. All you need to do is wear it closer to your boobs the further along you get.


Dresses with no waistlines or empire waist lines are really handy for the average bump. The dress pictured here was on sale at Zara for only $9.99 and will work until the end of my pregnancy. I also adore belting a cardigan over a simple dress to make my bump stand out more!


Things I would highly suggest investing in are long shirts, a belly band, 1 pair of fun maternity jeans {optional}, and maxi skirts if you don't own any already. The bright orange pants pictured above are actually maternity jeans from ASOS. This and my belly band will be the ONLY maternity items I will purchase during this pregnancy. I got my belly band for $16 at target and can still wear all of my old jeans, it's a life saver!

I hope I've help any current pregnant ladies out there or anyone who is planning on getting pregnant in the next little while. Feel free to stop by my blog anytime, I love making new blogger friends (;

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Isn't she great?
Make sure you go visit her blog and track the rest of her pregnancy! 

P.S. CopyCat Friday is the day after tomorrow!
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Monday, August 27, 2012

when they thought i had diabetes.


(34 weeks)


Purse, Belt, Blouse: thrifted, Earrings, Shoes, Jeans: Forever 21, Fox Ring: ASOS, Ruby Ring: great grandma's.

Before I tell my traumatic diabetes story, I just want to make a couple shout outs:

1. Remember that THIS Friday (4 days from now) is CopyCat Friday! I always look forward to this each month as it gives me an excuse to copy someone's outfit and not have to go out and buy a bunch of new things at the end of the paycheck. Start snapping your pics and link back here on Frills on Friday! I can't believe it's already the last week of the month!

2. I am now accepting sponsors/swaps for the month of September! If you're interested click here and then email me at frillsthrills [at] gmail [dot] com!

Ok now on to my story...

I would never make fun out of something so serious as a disease, but I found that the only way to get past my experience (and ever consider being pregnant and doing this again) is to laugh a little.
I think it's between weeks 28-30 of pregnancy that the doctor's like to test you for, what they call, Gestational Diabetes. 
The test consists of a timed guzzling of a glucose-saturated drink (think Torani syrup) that they offer in a variety of flavors; orange, lemon lime, or fruit punch. They even come chilled! As a non-soda-drinker I went with the most mild tasting option: lemon lime. The 50 grams of citrus flavored glucose came in one of those miniature water bottles and the nurse gave me four minutes to down it. 
I was nervous going into it because I hate soda/overly sweet drinks and this thing had about 16 grams more of sugar than a normal can of soda. 
BUT, with the cheering on from my husband and the pressure from the nurses, I finished the last drop about three minutes in. 
The funny thing about this drink is that all I kept thinking about was how thirsty I was the whole time! Luckily they then had me give a urine sample (that's part of the test and also common procedure), so while I was in the bathroom I just slurped a bunch of water down from the sink.
We then had to wait in the waiting room for an hour before they took my blood sample (to give my body time to process the sugars).
During that time I ate some crackers and chewed a piece of gum. I was feeling confident I’d pass the test.
They took my blood with a needle and I asked when to expect the results. They said “no later than Friday.” Today was Monday.
Later that day I got a voicemail from my nurse saying that I failed the test. As in, my numbers were too high and they needed me to go to the hospital to take a more intensive test.
The follow-up screening involved much more than that first test:
1.   You go to the hospital instead of your regular OBGYN office.
2.   Your appointment must be first thing in the morning (7:00 AM-ish).
3.   You must fast for twelve hours before the test, consuming nothing but water (torture to a pregnant lady).
4.   They take a “base” blood sample to make sure all your levels are normal even before you drink a bunch of sugars.
5.   They don’t give you an option of drink flavors (this time they gave me orange and it actually didn’t taste so bad. It was like twenty melted Otter Pops).
6.   You wait for an hour before the blood draw and then they draw your blood two more times after that, on the hour. So you’re there for roughly 3-4 hours and they don’t let you leave the waiting room or eat or drink anything but water.
From about 2 hours into the fast I was already feeling down about this test. But the worst part to me was anticipating that syrupy concoction invading my bloodstream early the next morning…
I hardly slept the night before and that just made it worse.
The lab guy was actually really nice and kind of felt sorry for me. But that didn’t help because about thirty minutes after drinking the thingy I threw up all over the waiting room floor! HAHAHAHAHA!
Ian was trying to distract me and tell me not to throw up because I wouldn’t want to have to take the test a third time… he was right, but my body didn’t want to take it that second time!
Ian went and grabbed the lab guy while I laid on the couch feeling much better. He explained that he legally couldn’t proceed with the test without my doctor’s consent, and most doctors don’t make their patients take the test AGAIN if her body is rejecting it so severely.
The only problem was that my doctor’s office doesn’t open until 9 and it was only 8. They called anyway, but no one answered. So he told me to call later in the day and see what they wanted me to do.
I dreaded making that phone call…
Ian and I drove home separately (he’d brought his own car thinking he’d have to leave early for work, but now we were both leaving early…) And although I was feeling better and had eaten some crackers even I asked him to follow right behind me “just in case”.
I’m driving down the 217 when I start throwing up again in the blue baggy thing they gave me. Then I started seeing splotches. All I wanted to do was get home and go to bed, so I kept driving. Then I snapped into reality and realized I wouldn’t make it home if I drove off the road or into another car. So, the hazard lights came on as I pulled over onto the shoulder. Ian pulled over behind me and came running to my car as I kept heaving into that blue bag. Once I stopped he emptied it and gave it back to me for the rest of the 1.4 miles we had to go. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I made it home and was just fine after I slept a couple more hours and ate a little more food. I was so hungry…
The nurse was sympathetic when I called her later that day and I was extra chatty, certain they wouldn’t make me go through such a traumatic experience again. But then she said “You know unfortunately, we are gonna need you to reschedule and try the test again.”
I called Ian and cried like a little baby.
After many more phone calls with the nurses and then finally my doctor, we ended the day with the positive news that I wouldn’t have to do it again. I was literally dancing.
Normally I would never go against a doctor’s suggestions or concerns, but once we finally heard from him (as opposed to a nurse) and he had looked my numbers from the first test, he was sure I didn’t have Gestational Diabetes.
I was ready to change my diet completely, or even go in for a daily blood sample to monitor my levels. Anything. But. That. Drink!!!!!
Now, don’t be scared by my story. This is totally just that—my story. When I was throwing up in the waiting room of the hospital, the lab guy said “funny. That lady just downed it in 30 seconds and had no problem!” 
Think of my story as the exception and that it seriously can’t get any worse than that!
And also, I'd recommend just not eating anything a couple hours before your test to avoid any of these "false alarms". My nurse didn't stress that to me before my first go-around and I think this whole thing could've easily been avoided.







Thursday, August 23, 2012

new sunnies & denim on denim.

[33.5 Weeks]



Sunglasses: Valentino, Necklace: Francesca's, Chambray: Thrifted, Belt: Thrifted, Tank: H&M, Jeans: Forever 21, Shoes: Steve Madden (similar).

I just got these Sunglasses on Monday courtesy of Sunglasses Shop. 
I'd never heard of this company before, but I was amazed by how many brands and styles of sunglasses they carry! They all seem to be at a discounted price too. 
After shopping around for the perfect pair, I ended up choosing these Valentinos. They looked a little bit gray in the picture online and I wanted all black so I asked the rep I was in contact with if all black would be possible and that's what she sent me! 
There is also a cute little studded detail on the arm that I didn't notice in the pictures but absolutely LOVE! It jazzes them up a bit : ) 
Sunglasses Shop can be a little overwhelming if you don't know what exactly you're looking for. But they do have a "frame shape" filter option and you can also filter by color, brand, and even hairstyle/face shape! I was originally wanting a pair of cat-eye sunnies but landed on these butterflies instead. 
And the fact that they recommended these for my oblong face shape only solidified my choice : ) 
I received the sunglasses the business day after I ordered them and was pleased to see how fast they shipped over from the UK. I love shopping online because there are more options, but I hate waiting for days and sometimes even weeks to receive my purchases. The speedy delivery was much appreciated! 
I would highly recommend shopping at the Sunglasses Shop if you're looking for a high-quality name brand pair of sunglasses. 


*This is a sponsored post. The company sent me these sunglasses in return for a review post of their company. All opinions expressed here are my 100% honest feelings. They did not tell me what to say.





Wednesday, August 22, 2012

wondering.

As our due date approaches (October 6) Ian and I can't help but wonder what our little baby will look like. Who will he look like? 
We've been having fun digging through our baby pictures and daydreaming...



Can't wait to meet my little dude face-to-face! 



Monday, August 20, 2012

my baby shower.

My baby shower was on Saturday and I had so much fun! 
I was a little nervous because I hate being the center of attention-- especially when I have to open gifts in front of everyone. Hahaha! 
My dear friend Fallon planned all the decor and my mom did all the food. And this all took place at the church where Ian works.

Onto the details!

The little welcome table...


Me and my beautiful mama! 


The menu was based off of all the cravings I've had throughout the pregnancy...



With my mom, grandma, and big sis!


With two more dear friends, Summer (she's pregnant with a boy too and is only 5 days ahead of me!) and Heather (who already has an adorable little boy)


This is where I sat and opened gifts...


This is Lauren, Jessie, and Susie. I call the girls my sisters and Susie is like a second mom to me...


Me with Ian's mom, Debi. Love her! 


This is beautiful Fallon who put it all together for me! She was also my very first friend when we moved to Portland. Oh, and Ian and I set her up with her [now] husband... I will always take the credit for that one! 


 And here is me with Ian's grandma "Mimi". This woman is seriously hilarious.
And is convinced I'm having a baby girl even though I showed her the ultrasound photos of the boy parts... She thinks it's just a little arm... oh Mimi! 


There were many other friends that came, but aren't pictured here.
I couldn't have been more blessed by all the love that was shown! 
I spent all day on Friday with my mom and Grandma and they took me shopping for literally EVERYTHING. They bought me all the "big" stuff that no one else would've gotten us (like our stroller, crib mattress, breast pump, etc.) and they also bought me the whole outfit I wore to my shower, along with other necessities like nursing bras and underwear and something cute and practical to wear at the hospital. 

I am certainly well-loved. 
Thank you to everyone that came! 

Thursday, August 16, 2012

one year.



Forever 21 dress (similar), BCF Necklace (similar), thrifted purse (similar), boots from my mom (similar).

One year ago, today, we flew home from Africa and received the keys to our very first home!
I can't believe it has been a whole year, even though so much has changed since then (I'm PREGNANT)!!!
I will write more about it tomorrow and share pictures of the whole place as it was the day we laid eyes on it as well as the progress we've made since then. 
Until then, have a wonderful Thursday! I'm off to the doctors office... again! 

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

a new kind of necklace.

I'm usually more of a statement necklace girl, but lately I've been drawn to the more delicate looking necklaces. You know, a single dainty charm dangling from a skinny chain? I've also really been wanting a cross necklace. 
Here are a few of my favorite "dainty" necklaces I've found after shopping around online: 


Cross

I will most definitely be purchasing one or more of these for Fall.
What jewelry trends are you loving lately? 

Monday, August 13, 2012

taking a deep breath.

{32 weeks}



Sunnies: JC Penney similar, Blouse & Shorts: Forever 21, Shoes: Target, Purse: thrifted  

Ian and I were driving around the other day and I kept getting all crazy. 
Like, super high-strung x10. 
"Park there."
"You can go, the light turned green."
"You can't just stop in the middle of the road."-- I am right on that one.
I'd like to blame this one on pregnancy, but I'm embarrassed to admit that this is just one of the more unpleasant parts of me that has always been there.
One of the things I love about Ian is that he is the complete opposite of me in that way.
He's the most easygoing, carefree person on the planet. He's always having a great time and he rarely gets impatient.
And then there is me.
I see me as cautious, good, considerate of others, and detail oriented. While others see me as nervous, pessimistic, controlling,  high-strung, annoying, etc.
Having a spouse not only helps you recognize these traits as flaws that need improving, but he can also help balance you out and enjoy more of life : )
Like when we were driving that day and he said,
"You just need to take a deep breath... in life!"
Ha. He seriously never talks to me so bluntly like that (because he knows I'm super sensitive and will probably cry) but you know what? He was right that time.
I really need to not worry so much about things! 
Thank you sweet husband, for keeping me sane and making me do fun spontaneous things that might even be against the rules! 

What about you? Are you like me? Is there someone in your life that helps calm you down when you get too crazed? Or are you that person always looking for a good time?


Friday, August 10, 2012

on taking blog photos in public.


{31.5 Weeks}



Top: Old Navy, Shorts & Bracelet: f21, purse: thrifted, Shoes: Urban Outfitters, Rings: Steinmart & Mexico

Ooooo-k...
Can we just talk for a minute about taking outfit photos in public? 
It depends on my mood, but most days I feel SUPER awkward posing in a public place with Ian behind the camera. 
It's better now that we have a bigger, more professional looking camera and not just our dinky point-and-shooter. Not that there is anything wrong with those, but I feel like it might look less weird to people walking by. You know, like maybe it makes us look more official?? Anybody? Anybody? I know. As if.
The only thing that makes posing by yourself in public more weird is when someone says something to you about it. As if it's uncomfortable for them too. Hahaha! 
(One time a neighbor-guy offered me his fashion magazine as he walked back from checking his mail...) 

But seriously, in the best interest of... everybody, I try to pick a low-traffic area to take my blog pics and luckily we've found quite a few around our neighborhood.
There is this one path we like to go to (seen here and here) sandwiched between two houses and completely public. As in, it's open to the public. And last night we went there to quickly snap these here pics. 
We parked on the curb. Yes, in front of a house. 
The owner happened to be backing out at the same time but went on her way like a normal person would.
I started taking test shots of Ian (to test the lighting and stuff), when her black SUV came screeching in reverse towards us! She rolls down her window and says "UUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMM CAN I HELP YOU???"
I politely walk up to her window thinking she'd asked if we could help her with something. 
Then I heard her correctly the second time as she hunched over her steering wheel and glared at me--a poor, innocent pregnant lady...
I smiled and said, "Nope, we're just taking some pictures here on the path."
And she replied with a harsh, "OK WELL UM YOU PARKED IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE AND I THOUGHT THAT WAS ODD..." 
And Ian assured her we'd be gone in two minutes. 
Then she drove off.
Turned out the lighting there was terrible that time of day so we left long before our 2 minutes on the public path were up, but she sure did give us a good giggle. 
(Luckily I wasn't in one of my super insecure/emotional pregnant moods that would've sent me home crying and rocking back and forth in a corner.) 
And I'm sure Ian gave her a giggle with his ridiculous test shot poses he was giving me when she drove up:


All that to say:
It's rare that we are confronted about what we are doing, but can the peoples be a little nicer about it? It's not that weird is it??? 
Ok maybe it is if you are unfamiliar with blogland, but still. 








Wednesday, August 8, 2012

the knock at the door.




Shirt: f21 (old), pants: thrifted, shoes: Target (old), purse: thrifted

I like to think of myself as a "nice" person. Friendly and stuff. And I really like strangers. 
But I seriously hate when people knock on my door... is that bad? Like, I literally run to the other side of the house when someone is at my front door.

Take today for instance:
I was sitting in my dining room--the room that faces the street. I normally try to leave the blinds down for privacy sake, but I figured by noon it was safe to let some light in and assume no one would be stopping by. Anyway, I was looking down at my phone when I heard a knock at the door. I panicked for a sec and then [pregnant] ran down the hall and loud-whispered to Ian that "someone's here!!!" He answered the door while I hid. Turns out it was my religious friend that I met last week, returning to share another a scripture with me--as I had invited her to do. 

There was also the time my dog escaped and I didn't know it. 
I was home alone on a Sunday night when persistent knocking and doorbell-ringing occurred.
 I didn't answer. 
Instead, I ran to the guest room and peered through the blinds at these mysterious figures now standing on our driveway HOLDING MY DOG!!!
It was literally fifteen minutes from when the knocking first started and so kind of my neighbors to wait that long before I finally ran out and acted like I'd been sleeping or showering or something that would've prevented me from coming to the door any sooner.

Then there was also the scarier time when I was home alone on a Tuesday night and it was dark and rainy and someone knocked on my door. A couple times. I was so scared, so I grabbed the dog and we hid in the laundry room for a couple hours. Yes, a couple hours. I'm not sure what my plan was in doing that but I felt safe in there, OK?

Am I the only one that is too scared to answer the door, even in the middle of the afternoon? 

Monday, August 6, 2012

joy joy joy!

{31 Weeks}



Jewelry: BCF, Dress: JCPenny, Shoes: Urban Original

Church yesterday was all about joy.
While I consider myself a happy person, I was questioning whether or not I could be considered truly joyful.
I define happy as more of a temporary emotion, based mostly off of circumstance. 
While joy is more of a lifestyle/outlook that outshines even the darkest day. 
Somedays I am truly joyful. 
I recognize that even though I feel down about something, it's not the end of the world. 
That others are suffering way more than I am. And that most of my "difficult" circumstances stem from a major blessing I'm forgetting to remember.
I'm upset because I'm hot and we don't have AC in our house. 
But I wanted this house so bad and I got it! 
I'm uncomfortable in my pregnant body.
But I'm pregnant! There is actual human life growing within my womb!!!
I have so many tangible reasons to be happy, but everlasting joy can only be found in Jesus.
I hope I remember to find my joy in Him tomorrow. 
And the next day. And the next day. And every day after that. 

There is this old worship song that goes "Oh praise Him! Oh praise Him! He is holy! He is holy!" And kind of as a joke I like to sing "Oh praise Him--even in the hard times..." 
Because [in my right mind] it's silly to sing that song only when things are going our way, and it means more when things aren't going our way but He is still good.

Where do you find your joy? 
What are some things that are making you happy in life lately?