Dear Wannabe Diary,

Mondays might just be my new guilty pleasure—not because I don’t love spending weekends with my daughter and partner (I truly do—those moments are priceless), but because when motivation hits and there’s work to be done, I crave the quiet time to dive in and get things moving. I keep telling myself that the more I push now to get everything set up, the more time I’ll have later to truly be present with them—no mental to-do lists running in the background, no “I should be doing this” guilt. Just me, fully in the moment, enjoying the chaos and the calm.

Manifestation, Dubai-Style

My morning began with the ultimate breakfast of champions: sandwich and coffee. Naturally, I ate at my desk while “researching” my future vacation home in Dubai. By “research,” I mean watching a video of a luxury apartment complex where every detail is designed for peak energy, feng shui, and vibes. They even vet the nightlights for energy flow. Imagine that.

As I was scrolling through the 360° view of the building, there it was. The Range Rover. Not just any Range Rover—the exact model and color I stuck on my vision board earlier this month. Coincidence? I think not.

So, was this a sign that I’ll someday own an apartment in that building? Or maybe just that I should keep hustling toward my dreams? Who knows. Either way, it gave me the extra motivation to tackle my day.

Pregnancy Brain Is Not a Myth

Let’s talk about pregnancy brain, a.k.a. the ultimate prank your body plays on you. I recently found myself standing at the sink, sponge in hand, detergent on the sponge, and zero memory of what I was supposed to do next. It took me five full minutes to remember, “Oh right, dishes.”

Words? Forget about them. Sometimes I literally can’t remember the simplest ones, and worse, I invent new ones. Completely nonsensical, made-up words that I say with the confidence of a Nobel laureate. Social interactions? Not happening.

My saving grace? To-do lists. Written by hand. Digital apps just don’t do it for me—I need to physically cross things off, or I’ll convince myself I’ve done absolutely nothing all day.

Food Cravings and Culinary Battles

Let’s rewind to my first pregnancy. The smell of onions? The actual devil. And meat? Forget it. Finding something I could eat was a full-time job. This time, thankfully, I’m eating everything—but that doesn’t mean it’s been smooth sailing.

Cravings hit me like a freight train. If I want something, I need it now. Five minutes later, and it feels like actual physical pain if I don’t have it. My poor partner knows better than to argue.

Our greatest decision this pregnancy? Signing up for lunches from a nearby school kitchen. No more “What should we eat today?” dilemmas or mid-work panic-cooking sessions. It’s not Michelin-star dining, but it’s one less thing to stress about—and that’s priceless.

A Pregnant Dreamer’s Manifestation Goals

One day, when I’m rich and fabulous, I’ll have a personal chef who prepares locally sourced, organic meals that taste like heaven. I’m serious. Supporting local farmers and eating fresh, unprocessed food is my dream.

For now, I’ll settle for whatever the school serves and daydream about a future where I just sit down at a table and eat—no planning, no cooking, no cleaning. Bliss.

Alright, enough dreaming. Back to work. Maybe one day, these small steps will lead to the big wins I’ve been visualizing. Until then, it’s one to-do list at a time.

Until next time,

Wannabe Productive (but my pregnancy brain has other plans).