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!)

If you’re interested, we went to the Baby Scan Clinic in Harley Street- it was lovely and I recommend it.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”19296″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”19270″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1518699154415{padding-top: 50px !important;padding-right: 50px !important;padding-bottom: 50px !important;padding-left: 50px !important;background-color: #f8f3f0 !important;}”]

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.

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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]

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.


Life Lately | Sunday sunlight, ramen & bump dressing

[dropcap]I [/dropcap]can’t help but start counting my calendar down in terms of weeks now. Hello Week 23! and just shy of officially being 6 months pregnant and in the run up to the third and final trimester. Hang on, I’m just shaking my head here as I can’t believe how fast this has all gone. How has the first week of the new year been for you? For the first time in perhaps ever- I’ve been quite happy considering its January. I don’t have that grey fug leftover from Christmas- in fact, I was quite happy putting away the festive decorations to get on with 2018 at long last. Life lately has been about hunkering  down into layers as the temperature drops, craving hearty meals, and finally being able to stomach glorious, delicious, golden cups of tea AT LAST.[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”18789″ img_size=”full” css=”.vc_custom_1516882952767{padding-top: 0px !important;}”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1516883056035{padding-top: 140px !important;padding-right: 40px !important;padding-bottom: 180px !important;padding-left: 40px !important;background-color: #f8f3f0 !important;}”]

The other night, I was watching a video on Youtube about ramen in Japan and it kicked off an instant craving for both me and Robin. The next day, we jumped in the car and made a short  drive over to Tonkotsu East in Haggerston to indulge in hot, salty broth and chewy, slurpy noodles. The perfectly soft boiled egg, crunchy green onions and importantly the slurrrrrp and chew of the noodles…so good. I still want another bowl. Ramen, why you so good?!

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Throughout this baby growing business, there were two things which I went completely off from. Pasta and tea. Whilst I still can’t eat pasta (learnt the hard way the other night when I tried a new lasagna recipe) I CAN however, drink tea again. It doesn’t leave such a funny taste in my mouth or make me feel queasy anymore, so I am slowly easing back into mugs of the magic, golden stuff. It makes early mornings and sunny afternoons that much nicer again. Especially with toast. Did you read my previous post, Tea & Toast? Thoughts? Not the usual way I blog, but it felt very natural to me.

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I’ve struggled to dress my bump throughout my pregnancy. Mostly because it’s the middle of winter and I’ve always struggled to feel cute in the cold weather. I guess my pregnancy uniform has been leggings and an oversized jumper or leggings and a long top. Over Christmas, my sister bought me some maternity wear from H&M, and this stripy top has been in regular rotation ever since- comfy, stretchy and long enough that I don’t have to worry about my knickers flashing through my leggings. My Adidas trainers are pretty much the only shoes I can wear right now- I’ve definitely got the clumsiness that comes with a bump attached to your front (my newly bruised big toe can attest to this) Anything remotely heeled or booted is out of the question! Of course, I had to throw on a massive parka jacket on top of my outfit, so any effort to look cool is immediately squashed *sigh*

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I was excited last week that our Snuzpod arrived. It felt like progress! I’ve also now put an order in to print off a poster of this famous little lyric —->

…and I’ve also got a gold frame on order from Desenio to hang it in! My aim this week is to get the paint samples up and maybe organise/chuck out some of the clutter. I’ve also decided to buy some white storage boxes to hide the things we use but have no space for in store cupboards. My mission is to have a complete nursery by March so that I can spend the last few weeks of pregnancy stress free.

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The best part of this week has been finally feeling baby kicks! Thanks to having an anterior placed placenta, I was told I wouldn’t feel kicks until a bit later than most mums. I first felt a flutter in my 17th week but any twinges I felt after that were so muffled I wasn’t sure if it was a kick or just regular tummy rumbles. But this time, I can definitely say my belly is being used for karate practice. I even managed to catch a couple of glimpses of my stomach moving from it. Of course, the moment she kicks and I grab Robin’s hand to feel it too, she stops. And of course, it’s mostly in the evenings when I’m in my PJ’s that she wakes up and wants to go kung fu fighting.

[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_zigzag][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text][dropcap]J[/dropcap]anuary is well and truly here. The temperature has dropped, making it harder for me to want to head outside to run errands, but I feel like it’s going to be a productive week! I’ve got an afternoon of Doing Things in and around the City this week, I want to push forward nursery plans a little more, and the first birthday celebrations for this year by the weekend. I’m glad for this sudden burst of energy again as I’ve heard that the third trimester will be tiring and uncomfortable (you mean it hasn’t been so far?!) 


Merry and Bright and Braxton Hicks

[dropcap]C[/dropcap]hristmas 2017, over and out. I hope yours was full of merriness and brightness and even if it wasn’t, that’s okay too. I like this inbetween period- that weird limbo when Christmas is over but you’re still at home alternating between the Quality Street and Celebration tubs. My Christmas Day was nice despite burning myself on the oven tray twice and risking a vomathon trying to ensure I ate a morsel each of Christmas dinner into my squashed stomach.Even though Christmas is great on the day, I think it’s the run up and this limbo period afterwards that I enjoy. The time spent with family, the fact that everyone kind of switches off from the rat race to wear paper hats all day over three kinds of pudding. Boxing Day was Christmas Day 2 with the whole family- although instead of a walk through the field and by the river like every year before, I was napping on my sister’s sofa because 1) Braxton Hicks decided that day was the day it wanted to shout hello and 2) it was raining heavily.

So pregnancy. I am so thankful we’re having a baby but man. Man. Pregnancy is hard. When you hear that before you’re pregnant, you’re just like okay sure. But no. I am grabbing you by the shoulders here and eyeballing you to say pregnancy is hard. My husband had to tie up my shoelaces the other day because I couldn’t bend down properly to do it myself. I mean, I can bend down, but suddenly I feel like I’m squeezing every organ and baby inside of me including my lungs and oh please just do it for me instead please?  Sneezing is a deadly game of is my pelvic floor ready for this or not? Your back hurts and you’re not sure why, walking 10 steps will have you breathing like a little hobgoblin, and you will no longer be able to blame your other half for using up all the loo roll because guess what, yes it’s you that’s the culprit now. And this is all after you’ve spent weeks wanting to throw up all day. I can’t believe my mother did this four times. FOUR. What a nutcase.

Everyone is rounding up their year, and it’s usually something I do too- but I don’t know, how do I sum up 2017? The beginning of big change? Everything we did or every trip we went on, always had an air of ‘is this it, the last of just us two?’ (at least for me anyway, I’m sure Robin would side eye)

But now next year two will become three at long last, and I have no doubt that life will be thrown upside down for a while; I am A-OK with that.

Happy New Year everyone x


Christmas Insomnia, sort of


[dropcap]T[/dropcap]he perks of having a husband that is away is that there is no one there to badger me (rightfully so) into bed at a normal hour SO for one night only, here I am, blogging late into the night. It’s a nice little change- I’ve got Magic Christmas radio on and a hot water bottle to soothe my backache. Not from years of sitting with poor posture, no no, but from a baby that I suspect is using my spine to practice dancing on. Today I hit the 20th week of pregnancy, which means we’re at the half way point already.  Strangely, all I ever seem to find to watch on telly these days is One Born Every Minute, which I shouldn’t because I now find that show terrifying. Ten people looking at my vagina, fine, but please please please don’t let me poop myself in the delivery room.

I found myself breaking out a mop and bucket today. I vacuumed. I Cillit Banged the shit out of the bathroom. I wiped every smudge and crumb from the kitchen countertops and even gave the fridge a clean. Is this a pregnancy thing? I just wanted everything almost clinically clean and I wasn’t even expecting anyone to visit- except for Eddy the Ocado delivery driver who wouldn’t let me carry the bags in because I was pregnant. Now I know for sure that I am definitely with baby, if everyone else can see it now (unless you’re on the tube, because you magically become invisible on the tube)

Things I have googled recently:

“Can sitting curled up hurt the baby”

“How do I save a Christmas tree”

“Why is James Corden everywhere”

Apparently I wasn’t the only one as Twitter was thinking this too.

Blogging disclosure…things are about to get very wordy around here. I know not everyone likes a wordy blog, but after three months of morning sickness and with my current energy levels like that of a sloth, I’m just not getting out and about like I used to so I don’t have much to show and tell at the moment. Also, tiny bladder.

Maybe I’ll perk up in January, but I’m quite happy to snuggle down at home with my box of Quality Street, cats, and drinking decaf out of a reindeer mug.

Here are some bump shots (weeks 15, 17 and 19) – you can even follow along on Insta Stories, where I will regale you with fun facts such as at 17 weeks I was glad to discover that my baby was starting to create it’s own poop called meconium in there. This evening I wore a face mask that made me look like a killer whale. There are often cats in shot. Insta Stories– it’s all happening there I tell you.