Pink bread box

In my quest to turn the whole house into a pink kitsch wonderland I have now begun to expand my collection into the kitchen, starting with this fabulous pink bread box that I bought at Lagerhaus last week. It was also available in other colours, but white and black are just so...not pink.

My husband was actually okay with both the bread box and its colour. He likes to see me happy, he is good like that.

True love

Muddiz introduced us and it was love at first sight. Oh, how I want you, how I need you. You light up my days and nights. My bedroom will never be the same once you are in it. Your sparkle, your glow... Come to me and never leave me, my beloved pink chandelier!

How about Mason?

Muddiz and her husband have the crazy idea that all of the names in their family should start with the letter M. Their son is called Milton and now they need a name for baby no. 2 which is due in late June. So far their list of boys' names is short: Marvin, Melvin, Milo and Molgan. The list of girls' names is even shorter: Milla.

I think they can do better than that and decided to give them some help. So, here are names on M, some from our own list of baby names and some that I thought of last night:

BOYS' NAMES:

Magnus
Malcolm
Malte
Manuel
Marc
Marcel
Marco
Marek
Mario
Marius
Martin
Mason
Mats (x)
Matteo (x)
Mattias
Maurice
Maximilian
Melker
Mick
Mikael
Miles
Milo (xx)
Mio
Momo
Morgan
Moritz
Måns
Mårten

GIRLS' NAMES:

Maj
Maja (x)
Malin
Malou
Marie
Mart(h)a
Matilda (xx)
Meja (xx)
Melissa
Meri
Mikaela
Millie/Milly (x)
Mimmi
Mina
Minja (x)
Mira (xx)
Miranda
Moa
Molly
Mona
My
Märt(h)a

(The names marked with one or several asterisks are on our list and favourites - the more asterisks, the more popular (2 asterisks being the top score.))

I think this should give them plenty of options. And the only thing I ask in return is for them not to tell us which names they chose. Because the last thing I want is for our own name selection process to be complicated any further...

Back at home

After just 3 days at work I am now back home, certified unfit to work until at least March 15th, because of, wait for the pun, MY BACK. My doctor was understanding enough to realize that being at work wasn't doing me any good (on so many levels) that he issued a sick certificate and released me from that burden. He also recommended physiotherapy, so I made some calls today.

The first practice I called had a waiting list. But, I was informed, it would only take a couple of weeks until I could meet a physiotherapist. My question if it wouldn't be too late by then, considering the baby is due in just around 11 weeks, remained unanswered.

At the second practice nobody picked up the phone at first even though I called during business hours. It wasn't very reassuring. When I finally got a hold of someone the following conversation ensued:
Man: "Yes, hello?"
Me: "Yeah, hi, I am calling because I have back pain. I am 28 weeks pregnant and currently unable to work because of the pain. My doctor recommended physiotherapy."
Man: "Mmh, I don't know much about pregnancy. I think it is better if you talk to someone who does. I just don't have any empathy."
Pause.
Man (flustered): "I mean...I do have empathy. It is not nice to be in pain. It is more the specific back pain one gets during pregnancy I don't understand much about." (Short silence) "It's because I can't get pregnant."
Pause.
Man: "I will just let you talk to Camilla instead. Hold on!"

Both Camilla and I had a good laugh about the man without uterus (who is one of the physiotherapists there) and, more importantly, I managed to get a time with her next week. I have never had physiotherapy, so I am not sure what to expect. But as long as it helps...