Life Lately | a big old catch up

[dropcap]D[/dropcap]o you ever wake up in the morning and just feel good? I rarely do, because famously, I am not a morning person. But this morning was different. Even though I was up until the early hours finishing The Book of Dust, I got up today and felt like a happy, positive, little human. It might have something to do with the glorious Autumnal sunshine pouring through the windows too, but if today is a good one, I’m taking it. I realised, amidst the baby news, I haven’t done a nice chunky Life Lately in ages. So here we go, rectified immediately.[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”18626″ img_size=”1000×1000″ css=”.vc_custom_1516885386608{padding-top: 0px !important;}”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1516885442817{padding-top: 70px !important;padding-right: 40px !important;padding-bottom: 80px !important;padding-left: 40px !important;background-color: #f8f3f0 !important;}”]

Back when I was still secretly pregnant, my sister and I went to the meet and greet at Waterstones for the one and only, Annie Leibovitz. She’s been my favourite photographer for forever. We queued for ages, handed an enormous copy of her latest book, then walked over to say hello…except, my sister and I went mute. We smiled, got a photo and scurried away like mice. Amelia will claim I muscled in to stand next to Annie, but this is fake news.

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I don’t want to over do the baby talk here, but well, this is a Life Lately and it’s got to come up now and then! Even though baby isn’t due until May next year, I’m going gaga over nursery ideas. In that, I have a lot of them. And then I walk into the spare room and all I see is drying laundry and general house toot and my imagination goes poof . Maybe after our next scan I’ll be more inspired to kick out the junk and get down to business of turning it into a nursery.

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Now I’ve hit the 15 week mark, those horrible first trimester symptoms have started to calm down. I’m not as sick (although, I have been battling the flu, but that’s a different kind of sick!) the heartburn has fizzled out, I’m sleeping a little bit better, and best of all, food is slowly starting to become my mate again. I can venture away from the safety of a jacket potato and beans! I can still only eat little amounts, but it’s been woooonderful eating flavourful meals again…particularly Thai Green curry. That’s been my main craving this past week. That and chicken soup (but hey, I was full of flu at the time) 

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I have a confession. I’ve done the shopping for Christmas dinner (actual Christmas pressie shopping is a whole other mission!) Having been stung one year when I didn’t reserve a turkey on time, every year since I’ve always made sure I order the food shop well in advance.

I always get a small Christmas pudding for my Dad (as no one else likes it!) extra brussel sprouts (even though I could happily never have one again) and my Mum makes rich, crispy roast potatoes (my Grandad’s recipe that is a crowd pleaser) As last year we squeezed in Christmas amidst renovation hell, I’m really looking forward to it this year when I can relax and properly enjoy the festiveness!

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It’s been ages since I’ve been stuck in a proper book tunnel. The kind when you can’t put the book down, even though it’s nearly 3am and you know you’ll be gutted the next day that this amazing book will have been finished- you just keep ploughing on, gobbling up the story. That was me, last night, with Philip Pullman’s prequel to the Dark Material’s trilogy, The Book of Dust. I am equal parts annoyed the story is over already and wanting to read the next installment, now. 


I wish Wotsit packets were twice the size.

I wish my cats understood that Mama is sleeping and that their second breakfast will have to wait (the paws start swatting me the moment Robin leaves the house)

I wish it didn’t start getting dark at 4:30 in the afternoon

I wish maternity clothes were cuter and cooler.

I wish I could remember where I’ve stored all my woolie hats and scarves because this cold snap is sharp! 

That is all. As you were. x


Author: Angela Shek

just a clueless mama in East London

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