Pregnancy Diary | Weeks 26-29

Hear that? That strange popping sound, like someone just cracked their knuckle? Oh, wait that’s coming from me. FROM WITHIN ME. Google tells me this is fine and normal in pregnancy and nobody can agree if it’s the ligaments popping and stretching from baby’s (much stronger) kicks or air bubbles or *shudder* baby’s own joints. Excuse me whilst I nip to the loo for the umpteenth time today. Snowmageddon has finally hit London and I’m going stir crazy being cooped up inside. No wonder my baby’s kicks are getting stronger and stronger- she’s probably feeling the same. Welcome to the third trimester, it’s a weird and wacky little place to be! 


The grumpiness I felt in the previous week has worn off, so there’s that going for me right now. I’m still super uncomfortable carrying sideways baby and have gotten into the swing of counting her kicks every night. Sometimes, I hit 10 kicks in 4 minutes. A few times, in half an hour. Like her mumma, I suppose the mood to exercise comes and goes.

My baby app tells me she’s like the size of a cabbage or something. Whatever, I’m sure a cabbage would feel more comfortable in my belly.


I make an appointment for a maternity massage at the Cowshed (see post here) and for an hour, those aches and pains are blissfully gone. I can’t help but notice that I’m that person that everyone now does that fast overtaking on the pavement thing, that I used to do when confronted by a slow walker. My hormones, those mad little things, make me want to do a cry like I’m in last place in the relay race on Sports Day. I’m not slow, I promise! I am still an Olympic paced fast walker like any seasoned Londoner!


Another week, a new midwife appointment and OFFICIALLY in the third trimester now. Before my checkup, me and Robin head to Harley Street to get our 4D baby scan. IT IS AMAZING. So far, his nose, my lips. She’s definitely been spared the Bowron chin (‘affectionately’ known as the meat sack) 

Afterwards, I head to the hospital because the Children’s Centre where I normally have my check up’s is closed at half term. A student midwife joins us and I grill her about nursing and what she’s seen on the labour wards so far. She’s nice, I like her and then wonder if she’ll be the one to see my vajajay come Delivery Day. Everything measures fine and dandy- I get an Uber home and spend the journey listening to the driver’s Grime mixtape. I’m definitely not into it- end up giving him 5 stars anyway.


Aka, the week of all the tears.

I cry at Queer Eye on Netflix and genuinely feel like the Fab Five could bring about world peace. I cry in the shower because I can’t comfortably shave my legs anymore. I’m not sure I can even see my legs anymore, over this baby bump which has suddenly BLOOMED. I hear popping noises coming from WITHIN my bump. A quick google later tells me this is either my ligaments popping from baby karate kicks or air bubbles. Umm, that’s nice?

Napping like a beast again, which usually means me/baby/bump are going through a growth spurt. Getting in and out of bed means lots of grunting and loud ‘oofs’. I’m also popping Rennie’s like they’re sweets because the heartburn is reaaaal.


AND HERE WE ARE NOW! A bonus week catchup.

I hit a bit of a panic at 30 weeks. Anytime from 37 weeks is classed as full term and there’s so much to do and I feel like I’m herding cats trying to get things organised. Not to mention, I FEEL HUGE and my energy levels have definitely dropped.

A bout of lurgy that I’m still trying to throw off has stopped me from doing pretty much anything apart from cough for the better part of a week. Yesterday, I finally managed to finish painting the nursery wall (if there was a paint colour that I could swim in, it’d be Calamine from Farrow and Ball)

My mum came over the other day and brought with her a V shaped pillow that I’ve been attached to ever since. It’s the comfiest thing ever- just the right amount of softness and firmness- and helps me to sleep. At this point in pregnancy, sleep is hard! Gone are the days of closing my eyes and drifting off. I think it’s starting to affect my sanity and most definitely my patience.

And so, I’m sat up in my little sick bay cocoon on the sofa watching the snow fall outside. It’s nice and calming and I feel like I’m in the middle of a snow globe. Here’s to defeating this horrible bug and getting shit done, stat!

Life Lately | paper lobsters, SPD & pancake day

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1518697722881{padding-right: 50px !important;padding-left: 50px !important;}”][dropcap]I[/dropcap]‘ve just had one of those Nakd bars that I’ve seen all over Instagram Stories- I can verify the Bakewell Tart flavour is delicious. I’ve had my juice, put the laundry on, vacuumed the house, made some graphics for work AND the food shop’s been delivered- it’s not even noon yet! Not bad for someone who was told to rest more by her midwife yesterday. Right so, onwards…[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1518706622675{padding-top: 50px !important;padding-right: 50px !important;padding-bottom: 80px !important;padding-left: 50px !important;background-color: #f8f3f0 !important;}”]The biggest thing to happen this week has been going to our 4D baby scan. It was a little overwhelming to see our little one’s face in the womb, but also so amazing! You could see her cheeks and her lips so clearly and she yawned– I feel like she’s a mix of my Mum and Robin (although both Robin and Ismay said she looks like me) As per usual, she refused to budge for the sonographer and we couldn’t see her whole face as she was clearly very comfortable nestled into my womb and not at all appreciative that her nap was being interrupted. I’ve only shared the photos with family, but since she apparently looks like me, here’s a photo of me and my Pop (p.s the grain in an 80’s photo is a beaut!)

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Last night, I woke up and discovered that my boobs had leaked colostrum all over my PJ’s. Becoming the Leaky Cauldron wasn’t what I had in mind when it came to recreating a real life Harry Potter moment.

Anyway, another week, another maternity milestone. At a routine checkup with the midwife, I described the pains in my pelvis and she thinks it might be a little bit of SPD (pelvic girdle pain basically) and recommended acupuncture- which let’s be honest, I’m not going to get round to doing. Instead, she told me to rest more and at 7 months pregnant, I put my hands up and say OKAY!  SPD is when your pelvic bones aren’t aligned properly as your body grows in pregnancy. No heavy lifting, no errand days, making sure my knees stay below my hips and getting down on all fours (which I do already to relieve the aches) all help to keep the problem at bay. It’ll be fine once baby arrives though. So that’s been the joy of joys!  Pregnancy, you’ll be GLOWING![/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1518705844754{padding-top: 80px !important;padding-right: 50px !important;padding-bottom: 160px !important;padding-left: 50px !important;background-color: #f8f3f0 !important;}”]In keeping with my love affair of carbs, this week I have been reacquainting myself with the lovely, lovely hot cross bun. I know it’s not Easter yet, but, these buns. They’re too good. Current faves are Tesco’s Finest range. As well as gorging on these sticky delights, can I get a wooohooo for Pancake Day on Tuesday? In my baby brain addled head, I thought it was next week so woke up and realised I had exactly two eggs, zero milk and zero flour for pancakes. I went out in the rain just to stock up on pancake ingredients. And when I say pancakes, I mean the thin, crepe kind. I bought Nutella, extra bananas, blueberries and even a Snickers bar with all intention of making up a medley of pancake toppings but in the end, it was a simple drizzle of lemon over melted butter and syrup that did the trick.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”18439″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”19306″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1518701155449{padding-top: 60px !important;padding-right: 50px !important;padding-bottom: 170px !important;padding-left: 50px !important;background-color: #f8f3f0 !important;}”]

Did you have a nice Valentine’s/Galentine’s Day? To be honest, it’s the least favourite of my holidays because if I want chocolate- I go and get myself chocolate. If I want a nice meal out, I say to my husband, let’s go for a nice meal out. I only really look forward to what comedy card Robin brings me every year (this year’s was a paper lobster) The only annoying blip this year was our sushi order never showed up and after two and half hours of waiting, we gave up and ordered a Domino’s instead. Good old Domino’s, always there when you need it.

Now the question is, do you order wings alongside your pizza? If not, what’s wrongwitchuuuu?[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1518706376490{padding-top: 50px !important;padding-right: 50px !important;padding-bottom: 100px !important;padding-left: 50px !important;background-color: #f8f3f0 !important;}”]

So this coat isn’t maternity wear, but it’s almost the exact shade of pink as my beloved Lauren Moffatt coat that pregnant me can no longer fit into- and that pretty much tipped me over the edge in deciding to purchase it. It’s the first non baby purchase I’ve made in a long time, so I don’t feel too guilty over it. It’s loose enough that I can wear it as my bump grows bigger and afterwards once that bump turns into a baby.

It comes in Tall and Petite as well as Regular and Curve sizes- from everybody’s favourite online shop, Asos. Check it oot here.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”19314″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row]

Cowshed’s Udderly Gorgeous Maternity Massage

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[dropcap]F[/dropcap]or my birthday last year, Robin bought me a voucher for a full body maternity massage at Cowshed- specifically, the Udderly Gorgeous Full Body massage. I decided to save it for when I really needed it, which turns out, is right about now! Seven months of pregnancy has given me a basketball belly and an achy back and I couldn’t think of anything nicer than an hour inside a dimly lit spa room. So I booked myself in at the Carnaby Street store and that’s where I found myself on a Monday afternoon.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1518528586578{padding-top: 30px !important;padding-right: 50px !important;padding-bottom: 80px !important;padding-left: 50px !important;background-color: #f8f3f0 !important;}”]

Cowshed Carnaby Street

Ducking off to the left of Carnaby Street and onto Foubert’s Place, slightly away from the crowds, I entered the Cowshed store 15 minutes before my appointment. I was then checked in and seated around a big farm house style table with lemon and cucumber water- so far, so very spa like. Except, shoppers come and go around you to buy the famous Cowshed lotions and potions.

I sipped on my lemon water and attempted to de-stress, despite my bladder screaming at me and a baby that decided to learn the Macarena at that very moment in my womb. Shortly afterwards, my beauty therapist came to get me and brought me downstairs to the underbelly of this particular Cowshed location. My room was dimly lit, a robe was hanging up waiting for me to slip into, and in the corner of my eye, a tub of warm bubbly water to soak my feet was ready too.

I undressed down to my knickers (I figured there would be no paper pants for a basketball belly here) and into my fluffy robe.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”19274″ img_size=”1000×1500″ alignment=”center” css=”.vc_custom_1518476153149{padding-right: 0px !important;}”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”19279″ img_size=”1000X1500″ alignment=”center”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”19278″ img_size=”1000×1500″ alignment=”center” css=”.vc_custom_1518476141844{padding-right: 0px !important;}”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1518528725200{padding-top: 40px !important;padding-right: 50px !important;padding-bottom: 100px !important;padding-left: 50px !important;background-color: #f8f3f0 !important;}”]Maternity massages differ from your regular massages as pregnant women are always advised to sleep or lie on their side (which probably doesn’t help with the backache!) So rather than lying back or on your front on a massage table, you’ll be manoeuvred into baby friendly positions instead.

Once my feet had soaked for a few minutes in the warm sudsy water, my feet were dried off and I was helped onto a stool facing the massage table. On the table was a large V shaped pillow- so you lean on the pillow with your arms and head, whilst the rest of you is seated comfortably on the stool as the masseuse gently prods you like a piece of focaccia dough. It’s lovely.

I was so comfortable. And it’s been months since I’ve been comfortable- the relief! I’d have bought that pillow on the spot right there and then because for the next few minutes I remembered what it was like to get comfy and drift off without grunting from side to side like a turtle stuck on their back.

The therapist gently massaged and soothed my aching back with warm oil- as we chatted, she told me about her own pregnancy experience, so she really knew which spots to work on to help those aches and pains (for me, my lower back has been a constant sore spot!) 

Too soon afterwards, I was helped onto the massage table that had been adjusted to support my back and legs specially. My feet, legs, arms and shoulders were worked on, and even my scalp had a little bit of soothing massage applied to it.

I was really looked after- regularly asked if I’d like to take a sip of water- and helped up and down from the massage table. I’ve had many massages before, but this was the first one where I felt considered if that makes sense.

I’ve only ever had spa treatments or massages at hotels when I’m on a holiday break, so going from a massage and back into my clothes was a little bit strange to me. I had to carefully towel myself down so I wouldn’t slick oil everywhere on the way home (although on the tube home, I found a nice dollop of it behind my ear) 

I wouldn’t even class this as a treat for mums-to-be- it’s practically medicinal!

I found it so helpful towards the aches and pains the last 7 months have accumulated in my body. I went to sleep last night for the first time without an ache in my back and slept much better than usual. In fact, I’m thinking about booking myself back in for a repeat treatment before baby arrives![/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1518528433944{padding-top: 55px !important;padding-right: 50px !important;padding-bottom: 100px !important;padding-left: 50px !important;background-color: #fcf7f3 !important;}”]There are Cowshed locations all over London, I just happened to pick the Carnaby Street location. You can book online or call the shop directly- to be sure, tell them that you are pregnant and how far along you are when calling.

Cowshed Carnaby Street

31 Foubert’s Place


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The one where I ramble on a Saturday morning

[dropcap]D[/dropcap]uring one of the eleventy million times I woke up throughout the night, I discovered my littlest cat had jumped up on the bed and had decided to have a sleepover with us. Right smack bang in between us two, but most especially- right next to me. Cue me, spending the rest of the night not only being woken up by baby kicks to the bladder but by trying to achieve Mission Impossible style levels of stealth to slither in and out of bed without waking the cat.

I don’t even worry about waking up Robin on a regular night, just so you know.

But Angela, it’s just a cat! Hah. If you’ve ever wronged a cat, you know one injured look from it is a stab through the heart.

Anyway, didn’t mean to write a post about my cat. In fact, I’m just sat here on the floor, eating a banana and a decaf coffee, wishing I hadn’t binge watched all episodes of the new Queer Eye series on Netflix. If you need some sunshine and a kick up the bum in your life, watch it. I love the new Fab 5 by the way, so if you used to watch the original Queer Eye- don’t worry. The new team are just as wonderful (if not, maybe even more so)

This morning, I discovered my maternity dungarees sitting in the back of the cupboard. They were the first maternity anything that I bought not long after discovering I was pregnant- except they were way too big. But this morning, I decided to embrace my egg cup shape and put them on and…and I look like a real pregnant lady now. Like, cute and round and not the cute and sassy my old non maternity ones made me feel.

I’ve got a fair bit going on next week- a pregnancy massage and a 4D baby scan. For me, any trips on the tube going into town is ‘a lot on’ because this bump is getting to be hard work to lug around. When I get home after a long day, everything down there feels like I’ve been wearing a pair of metal knickers and kicked in the crotch several times. No one tells you about this, so here I am now, telling you this.

Next week, I’m officially in the third and final trimester which has meant that this week, I have been so incredibly irritable and annoyed at well…everything. Life. I’ve shed tears and wanted to shout but I couldn’t tell you why now…my mind’s gone blank. I told off my upstairs neighbour for stomping on the stairs. I told off my next door neighbour for his loud music. I mean, I guess it’s all Mum practice, eh?

Oh, last night I won £6 on the Euro Millions. Drinks are on me kids.


Chapters of Cravings

[dropcap]I[/dropcap]f my life was a book, the chapters would be named after food and cravings. I can’t always specifically recall what I did last week or last month, but I can tell you what I had and where I was previous weekends with the food I ate.

Strawberry ice cream was Friday night at home, watching the Graham Norton show.

A lobster roll with crispy chips was Saturday at Soho House reading the papers and having lunch with friends (followed by a slice of carrot cake and ginger sorbet)

Juicy prawn dumplings and hot Jasmine tea was Sunday at a dim sum restaurant in East London. Later that night, we ate a bag of  plump lychees bought the previous day from a China Town grocery shop.

My wedding day, despite being a blur to me now, was a meltingly tender steak with two desserts (lemon meringue pie and a chocolate affigato) 

My childhood, well into my teens (and let’s face it today) were peppered with the same go to snack and lazy meals of Indo Mee, the best instant noodles (and comfort) that 40p can buy.

My pregnancy has been littered with cravings. The early months when I could barely stomach anything that wasn’t chips or bread. Each milestone reached has been given a helping hand with the flavour of the moment- oranges one week, buttery toast and jam the next.

Summers are watermelon and Winter is hot chocolate and spices. Spring, is most definitely hot cross buns.

I look forward to the unwritten chapters; will they be familiar? Brand new? I’ll wait and see with my current love- milk and a Penguin biscuit.


Pregnancy Diary | Weeks 23-25

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text][dropcap]M[/dropcap]e, currently 25 weeks pregnant. Feeling more like I’m in Week 325 and getting ready to birth Godzilla baby, yet also simultaneously wailing “it’s going by sooo quickly” I am now able to say to people, yes I’m 6 months pregnant, rather than the I’m xx weeks gone now. I totally get why mums refer to their children as being eleventy billion weeks old, because you get used to counting down milestones in weeks rather than months. Although, if I ever refer to my child as being 26 months old or whatever, please punch me in the face. Pregnancy tidbits, let’s get going…[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]


I’ll start with Week 23 because I can’t remember much about the weeks before other than I felt like a normal person again. Once I hit about 17 weeks, the morning sickness miraculously disappeared overnight and I slowly regained my energy back. Weeks 18, 19, and 20 came along and a scan informed us we were having a bouncing, baby girl. Well, more like a shy, sleepy one because I had to spend our hospital appointment walking up and down the corridor and then resorting to jumping jacks in order to make her move and show her face to the sonographers. That’s my girl, being stubborn even in utero. From then on until I was 23 weeks, I got my energy back, the breakouts on my face had calmed down, and I felt pretty good! Annnd then we meet Week 24…


Man, oh, man. The rainbows and sparkles of the previous weeks disappeared overnight. I felt like Zombie Slug Me again. I wanted to sleep all the time. The mysterious phantom smells that tormented me in the first trimester returned- I’m convinced our house smells like onions and garlic. Robin says it doesn’t. I can tell when the bins need taking out days before they need to. I’m 90% nose and 10% human now. Whenever I get hit with the Sleepy stick, I know that I’m basically going through a growth spurt so just succumb to needing to lie down and nap but still feel really guilty about it.


Hello, I am a monster.

The crankiest grump from Planet Grump ever.

I dare you to empty the dishwasher without a tut or a huff from me. Everything is irritating. 

I think the combination of sleepless nights and the rush of hormones circulating around inside me has created this frankenstein of rawr-ness. For the first time in months, I felt that old familiar thumping in my chest that used to indicate an anxiety attack coming on, so I just stopped everything and had a lie down (I’m not sure where the anxiety has popped up from, possibly the pressure I’m putting on myself to finish the nursery)

My most recent midwife appointment revealed that my baby is sitting horizontally- or lying across ways- because of course she is and that might be why my belly feels a bit tender. I’ve also got the worst backache on my right side, sore hips and a waddle walk because it’s the only thing that makes walking feel comfortable. I know, I know, cute.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”19219″ img_size=”1000×1500″ alignment=”center”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”19221″ img_size=”1000×1500″ alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_text_separator title=”NOT SO COOL PREGNANCY QUIRKS” color=”custom” border_width=”2″ accent_color=”#fb9084″][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]


Hands up if you remember Mrs Fratelli in the Goonies? Because, hello, that is also me. I am a huffing, puffing, (grumpy) scary old woman. My bump, even bigger now than even two weeks ago is making me a walking, talking, heavy breathing little lump. It doesn’t take much to make me huff and puff and blow this house down. Even bending down to pick something up (say, a 13 pound cat for instance) will have me huffling.


Okay woes is being dramatic. But in my head, I really really want it finished before April so I can enjoy my last few weeks without a to do list. I keep reminding myself that we’ve got a bedside crib, we’ve got a car seat and we’ve got a baby carrier, so we’re doing alright. But going against my own nesting instincts is driving me potty. We’ve still got a list of items to buy and some reorganising and painting and oyyyyy here come the eye twitches.


The worst symptom after morning sickness. I can deal with discomfort and pain but the mysterious phantom smells that only my nose can smell drives me up the wall. In my first trimester, I couldn’t stand the smell of our flat and banished all my scented candles to my sister’s house. Our living room had a weird plant smell, the kitchen reeked of onions and garlic and all I could smell in the bedroom was my wardrobe. And then one morning, just like that- it stopped. Like morning sickness, the fog of it lifted overnight. BUT NOW IT IS BACK. The onion and garlic smell is the strongest; and no matter how many times I ask Robin if it smells, he says no. Phantom pregnancy smells- the worst.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_separator color=”custom” border_width=”2″ accent_color=”#ff8d6b”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]HOWEVER, despite all the weird aches and pains, the phantom smells and aversions…I can’t wait to meet our baby. My sister in law just had her baby this week, and it’s stirred up all feelings of excitement about getting to meet ours soon too. It’s been lovely watching Robin getting excited for the first baby in his family. Even though I tell myself, I can’t possibly get any more uncomfortable, I know it’s going to be worth it come D day. And maybe that’s the biggest quirk? You go through a roller coaster ride watching your body shape shift and experience the not always so fun consequences of it- but the contagious excitement of impending motherhood, and babyhood, and of the milestones to come- you forget what you went through to get there.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]