What to expect, when you are expecting. Trammi edition.

I have to release an official statement due to a messy pregnancy incident. I apologise that I accidentally seemed to be pregnant on my Instagram picture. After receiving several congratulations (even from people who had seen me recently), I realised that the fake-belly looked too real and no one reads Instagram headlines. Damn, people are really expecting Fred and I to have a baby, however for now my tummy is only full of wine and chips.

Actually I did not want to steal Trammi's thunder. She is the superstar of this post, because she is my first close friend to have a baby. She wished that she could be pregnant together with her friends and since I could not fulfil her wish nor my stomach so fast -

 we faked it, until we are going to make it.

We had planned the baby shower for quite some time and we were super nervous, 

because we were not really sure what the protocol expects us to do.

So many questions arose: What to give as a gift? 

Is it okay to drink alcohol at a baby shower? Where do babies actually come from?:

At the last minute Trammi, who did not know about the surprise baby shower, 

organised herself to her country house. 

PANIC! 

I quickly borrowed friend's car, picked up my Kupi and spontaneous road-trip began:

Few meters before the house we knocked ourselves up:

Find the real baby

and find the beer baby:

Slavic squat is so last year,

try preggo squat, that is next level!:

"Sorry guys I farted!"

Cancan!

Yes, we can!

Three lovely ladies:

The golden girl(s):

The moment we realised that everyone now knows that we have had sex:

The dream would be pregnant in the same time. 

To have someone to talk with about saloon doors, purple poop and 

*insert more baby related issues here*:

A lovely dinner later it was time to go home again.

On our way back to Tallinn we opened the summer season by taking the original field pictures:

As you can see I had given birth by then and it felt so liberating:

MINU KODUMAA!

We casually robbed a bank:

We promised to be the best aunt and uncle for the lovely girl we are expecting.

Also we promised to love each other until we die (aaaand beyond):

Is it a shower? Is it a baby shower?

Survived 26th time the 365 day trip around the Sun

I have chosen to age gracefully and enjoy the saggy tits and deep wrinkles life has to offer. However I must confess that this year my birthday had a first sad consequence – I no longer qualify for airlines' youth ticket and my frequency of travel will suffer. Luckily my friends are taking care of me very well and took me on trip that money can't buy.

Here is my 26th birthday in pictures:

Sadly we chose to take a lot of the pictures with the analog camera, but Fred managed to insert a weird film-roll into it and now the picture may be lost forever. At least my photo-guy (yes, I have a photo guy) sent it to Latvia, I hope they can fix it there. Now you just have to imagine how absolutely amazing my Friday and Saturday were. The first high temperatures of the year + good company + yummy food + me tanning in the garden = bliss.

We jump directly to Sunday, the third day of my birthday celebrations. 

I seem all cute and nice, but my ass was hurting from the 25km of cycling the night before:

After these pictures were taken I fell over and puked a little:

My grandmother and grandfather gave me Anton H. Tammsaare 'the best of' books and an old waffle-machine. 

It so cool to be a grown-up, you can eat waffles for breakfast, lunch and dinner, 

even the guys in the computer are jealous:

I had turned my 'Sunday couch potato' mode on, when Fred told me that Ott will come to pick up a *insert random technical item name here*. It seemed legit and I thought to myself that as it is my real birthday the next day then maybe Ott will want to grab a cocktail or two. The doorbell rang. Nothing suspicious yet. I hear giggles. Ott can't make so high pitch sounds. I went to have a look a.

Candles! Cake! Hula-hoop! Friends! Speechless!

Yannis, Adele and Kendrick joined too:

Hula-hoop, the best gift ever!

The name "hula" came from the Hawaiian dance in the 18th century, due to the similar hip movements. 

His technique was totally Hawaiian, just the lei was missing:

Technique inspired by Berlin techno:

Technique that kicked everyone else's ass, 

since she has done acrobatic gymnastics for 10 years of her life:

The technique named 

"If your bestfriend supports you, you can do anything!":

Quick no time to explain! 

Grab a flowerpot, kitchen paper, a drill, hula-hoop and some more shit:

Metabo drill campaign shot:

The birthday sheep:

MUSTAMÄÄÄ!

And he was off to Finland:

A minute on your lips,

a lifetime on your hips.

Oh fuck it, it's my last day as a 25 year old:

Finally after all these celebrations the 22th of May arrived!

The April showers bring May flowers:

First time in my life I had to work on my birthday. 

A busy bee or a flying squirrel?:

New haircut, same life partner:

I was picked up by a handsome Uber driver, who took me to an unknown place.

During the ride I had some time to kill:

Selfies in a car is what I do best.

Here I am in 2015 on my birthday, nothing has changed:

How to get rid of you boyfriend with 10 seconds:

On our way to Kaberneeme a wild forrest appeared:

Looking so mature, feeling so childish:

Kõhutuuled:

My eight birthday together with this lovely gentleman:

The automatic gear is the essence of a good relationship.

The more time you have to touch each other, the better:

After a romantic dinner at OKO restaurant in Kaberneeme,

a little gelato was a good way to end the evening:

Cheers to all the lovely people I have around me!

Getting old is not that horrible after all:

Looking back to 22th of May in the past

Today 26 years ago I was born on a backseat of a Žiguli car. As I cherish birthdays so highly, here is my 22th of May through time:

1996

We lived in Vardja and my relatives came to visit us. I am sitting on my great-grandmothers (there age 75) lap and was utterly happy that I was allowed to wear red lipstick because it was my 5th birthday. My classy great-grandmother always drew her eyebrows on with a burnt log. Classy times:

The years between are lost in space

2008

Too-cool-for-school teenager with her boyfriend back then. I wore some silly hats at school and I still remember those awkward moments when teachers forced the whole class to sing happy birthday 

and afterwards they were expecting candy, that I did not have. 

Rebel!:

2009

My sweet 18! I waited that moment so long. We started the evening drinking at a park and the gentleman by my side ended up at a police station spending the night there. So it qualifies as an legendary night to tell stories about:

2010

I had been dating this guy for two months or so and I had tonnes of butterflies in my stomach: 

We had an exam that day and in the evening I threw a sandwich party at my deskmates apartment.

The time when you spent more money on alcohol than food:

2011

I was living in England back then. 

As there were thousands of kilometres between me and my loved ones, 

I had a quiet day together with Fred: 

As soon as I got back to Estonia me and Reggie threw fabulous birthday party, 

the theme was called "Royal Circus". 

She had a blog Castle of Fashion back then and I was/am Wilma Circus, 

let's just say that we went nicely hand-in-hand:

2012

Fred and I had a long-distant relationship back then and he couldn't fly over to Estonia for my birthday. 

He sent me bunch of flower with a courier, that was my first and seemed so fancy:

2013

I lived in Stockholm and I spent the day together with Ott at an amusement park. 

That year this legendary picture was taken:

Few days later Charlie from Scotland and Wilma from Estonia had a joint party at a student housing. 

We had drama, we had fun, we were up until 7am. Such much good party:

I miss those crazy people!

2014

From this year on the picture quality improved drastically (I stayed the same):

That was an eventful birthday!

 Fred had planned the whole day and we ended up at an adventure park 

and I glided through the forest like Tarzan:

Few days later I had a true Soviet party at my country side.

Druzja:

Also my friends gave me money to attend driving school.

23 and lucky!:

2015

My boobs stopped growing, so I desperately tried to squeeze them together: 

That lucky moment when you have birthday on Friday 

and you can have a celebration at the same day:

A lot of quality boys in my life:

2016

Again I lived in Stockholm and my friends threw me a birthday party, because poor me didn't have a home. 

It really made me happy, since we were having some difficult times. Thank you, Sollentuna family!

At midnight I got to blow the biggest candle in my life:

The next day, Sunday I had a slight hangover, but it was kissed away:

Not much has changed, I am so lucky to have so much love around me.

Thank you all from the bottom of my heart!

Shake it, don't brake it,

my mama got 9 months to make it!