my little pick-me-ups

[dropcap]I [/dropcap]didn’t even know it was Blue Monday today, until I did the morning scroll through Twitter through one bleary eye. In this morning gloom and rain, yeah, it does seem fitting. Last week, I was so optimistic about being productive this week but to tell the truth- this week turned out to be a write off! Whenever I seem to hit a pregnancy milestone or a growth spurt, I turn into a slug. No energy, necessary naps (I practically fall asleep standing up) getting the grumps- basically, all the non fun parts of pregnancy. Blue Monday or not, these are the little things that prop me up when I’m going through a Moaning Myrtle stage…[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”18823″ img_size=”full” css=”.vc_custom_1516882052582{padding-top: 0px !important;}”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1516882163584{padding-top: 120px !important;padding-right: 40px !important;padding-bottom: 130px !important;padding-left: 40px !important;background-color: #f8f3f0 !important;}”]

I’m slow to start in the morning, because for the zillionth time- me and mornings just don’t get along. So, I’ve tried embracing the little rituals everyday to make me a better human. The little paw taps and meows when the cats descend into the bedroom to wake me up. The first sip from my cup of tea. The first bite of my cereal (currently obsessed with Rice Krispies) Or on rainy days like this, the sound of the rain falling onto the window and feeling snug inside. Even just switching on the radio makes me feel plugged into the world.

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For someone who struggled to get pregnant, I really hate whinging about pregnancy ups and downs. I always said I’d go through whatever discomfort it took if it meant a healthy baby, so when I complain about having another night of restless sleep, backaches, or the umpteenth trip to the loo I try to shake out of it by sitting in the soon to be nursery. I love watching my bump grow bigger each week and I love the tiny, reassuring kicks in my belly in the evening.

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I love a good dig around online on Asos or Zara, but as my bump grew, the less temptation there was for me to score a cheeky outfit. Winter maternity wear is just so blah and to be honest, I felt guilty for buying anything for myself when I felt like I should start collecting baby bits. So my treat-yo-self moments have been scoring finds on eBay, researching what essentials we’ll need and finding them in January sales, and discovering cute little pieces for the baby room. Purchasing Basil the Polar Bear head from kids store Lullabuy made me happier than any Topshop score!

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I suppose as part of my new found nesting instincts, I’ve embraced being a neat freak more than ever. I feel so much better when I’ve tidied or cleaned up a room in the house- even just the one. The other night, over an epically long Whatsapp call with my friends in Dublin, I hand picked all the bits and pieces from my bedroom carpet and it was so satisfying. I might not be able to control how long I can stay awake for or you know, even my pelvic floor, but keeping things clean- that I can do.

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And now Netflix comes to save the day. My favourite way to unwind-usually when I’m in pj’s under the duvet– is to stick on Netflix and catch up on Somebody Feed Phil. I love love loooove food documentaries and this new series follows Phil Rosenthal all over the globe as he explores and eats. He’s a sitcom writer, so he’s funny and endearing and an antidote to the gloom that is mid January. Plus, you’ll want to eat everything he’s eating. (Last night I watched him explore Lisbon and all I want to eat is sardines and pasteis del natas)

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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.

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Tea & Toast

 

[dropcap]A[/dropcap]t 6:30am this morning- boom, boom, boom. My neighbour, the one who lives upstairs with a herd of elephants, leaves the house and slams the front door. I’m now wide awake and silently cursing her. I sit up in bed, not quite ready to leave the warmth of the duvet pondering if I should try and get back to sleep. The bin men come soon after, banging the street’s wheelie bins about. It’s our house that they stop outside of to argue about whether or not to pick up the garden waste bags.

Clearly, I was not meant to sleep any further so I get up just as Robin’s alarm clock chimes out.

I’ve always been a little prone to bouts of insomnia, but at this time in pregnancy…oof it’s returned with a vengeance. I toss and turn late into the night, getting up to pee every couple of hours and then find myself blinking awake at the crack of dawn. As someone who just isn’t a morning person, I actually like it when I am up and functional at this hour. The world is waking up, kettles are boiling, slices of bread are toasting, people are up and ready to go about their day. I like the routine and busy hum as the world wakes up.

Toast. My belly definitely wants some toast right now.  Two pieces of medium cut bread that I can’t wait to slather in butter and jam. We don’t have a toaster. I know! What the what?! Basic kitchen appliance. We have a waste disposal and a boiling water tap, but god forbid you want a tasty toast snack which means heating up the grill and waiting a long….long…long 5 minutes for it to toast Warburton’s finest.

As the bread starts to turn a golden brown, I quickly throw a teabag into a mug.

Tea without sugar is actually nice.  This baby does not have a sweet tooth- another sign that she clearly takes after her dad already.

“Alexa, turn on Heart radio” 

In my old office, I’d switch on Radio One in the morning to let Grimmy shout me awake with some awful auto tuned playlist but at home, Heart FM’s ear friendly cheesiness is the one.

I sip my tea. I watch the sky outside get brighter. I feed one cat and let the other one out to (probably) terrorise next door’s vegetable patch. I think about the tube, already packed with commuters. I pat my belly, glad baby is tucked up cosy in there.

Good morning Friday. I hope you’re a good one today.

 

Nursery ideas & inspiration

[dropcap]H[/dropcap]itting both the ‘New Year, Fresh Page‘ feeling and then delving into my first nesting instincts of pregnancy has made me push for getting our spare room, I mean the nursery, ready for our Spring baby. I’m a whisper away from hitting the 6 month mark and at the moment, not only have we not done anything to prepare the room but I’ve been stashing the occasional new baby onesie into a spare handbag because there’s nowhere to put baby’s mini outfits! So, I did what I normally do when I need to streamline my ideas- I hit Pinterest. I actually found it a useful tool when we were renovating the flat enabling me to keep my visuals in one place. From colours to decor, to helping me in keeping with the look I had in mind, it helped loads with giving our home the same palette and style throughout. Also, it has been really satisfying pinning baby things ;)[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”18755″ img_size=”full”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1516883940512{border-top-width: 2px !important;border-right-width: 2px !important;border-bottom-width: 2px !important;border-left-width: 2px !important;padding-top: 90px !important;padding-right: 30px !important;padding-bottom: 100px !important;padding-left: 30px !important;background-color: #f8f3f0 !important;border-left-color: #f1f1f1 !important;border-left-style: solid !important;border-right-color: #f1f1f1 !important;border-right-style: solid !important;border-top-color: #f1f1f1 !important;border-top-style: solid !important;border-bottom-color: #f1f1f1 !important;border-bottom-style: solid !important;border-radius: 2px !important;}”]

I want tones of blush, grey and yellow- nothing overly girly or gender specific- but now that we know we are indeed having a girl, I admit I hit the Farrow and Ball website to buy sample pots of different pinks! The spare room at the moment is very neutral- silver grey carpet, white walls, with a black feature wall and a very cool black geometric ceiling light from Ikea. It’s basically the opposite of baby.

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Calamine– a very pale pink and my first choice so far to repaint the black alcove.

Middleton Pink – a pastel pink that might be too girly and saccharine for my taste but I’d like to see and compare.

Cinder Rose– a wild card pick! If the pale tones are too subtle in the room, maybe this will pop instead.

Purbeck Stone– the same grey colour we’ve used throughout the flat and would compliment everything.

Citron– a golden yellow that I’m using as an accent colour reference. I like that it’s not too mustard toned or too in your face. A few decorative items in this colour would be enough to provide those pops of yellow I’d like.

I have a thing for polka dot bedding at the moment, and I’d like to find some for the crib- especially something like the black and white print that H&M came out with earlier in the year.

A sheepskin rug or two will soften the room up and for no particular reason other than ‘ooh, pretty‘ are gold star garlands and felt cloud mobiles. I’ve also got some brass animal hooks from Anthropologie that I’ve had for ages that could be put to use too.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1516883994879{padding-top: 100px !important;padding-right: 40px !important;padding-bottom: 100px !important;padding-left: 40px !important;background-color: #f8f3f0 !important;}”]

I have always wanted baby animal prints for the nursery, especially ones from the Animal Print Shop- however, those babies are £££. So, I might get one or two small sized ones and on the main wall get a gold framed print of “Hold Me Closer Tiny Dancer” in a large size- maybe A0?

I’ve also always wanted a felt animal bust too. Okay, I really mean, I’ve always wanted a felt flamingo on the wall, because of course. There’s a few on Etsy so I’m confident I’ll find the one soon! I’m also in love with Land of Nod, a US based online shop that luckily ships to the UK. I think the pencil cushion and metallic star would look sweet in the baby’s crib.

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Animals, stars, and a quirky thing or two with soft textiles.

There’s a lot to do which I try to stay calm over- we’ve got to remove the day bed (my most urgent to do) replace the curtains (I hate the current ones, they were just a temporary measure over the summer) rehome some bits that were dumped in there (ahem, drying racks and sports bags) and start making it a baby room- a crib, a changing station, somewhere to put her clothes, and I’d like to track down a rocking chair to nurse in.

I think once I start painting areas, I’ll feel better about the situation. Just planning and prepping mood boards makes me feel a million times more productive already! I really want to make it baby ready so I can get mentally ready for baby’s arrival- important when you are prone to panic and anxiety attacks! (on that note, I need to update my pregnancy diaries!)

 

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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.

December is my Favourite

[dropcap]W[/dropcap]eek 19; belly watch continues. Oh, and it’s a big WELCOME to December too. Every week, I have the Big Brother voice counting down the week in my head. Today is a hello to week 19- past four months, but not quite five. Last week we put up our Christmas tree. I know! Already! But it just worked out that way, and to be honest, I am very much enjoying it. Almost as much as Pepper’s annual Christmas hat photo- doesn’t he look like he’s loving it? 😉 Oh! and SNOW! I love how happy snow makes everyone in London; we never get decent snowfall, so waking up on Sunday morning to a blanket of white was the best surprise.[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”18689″ img_size=”large” css=”.vc_custom_1516884168545{padding-top: 0px !important;}”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1516884255072{padding-top: 130px !important;padding-right: 40px !important;padding-bottom: 150px !important;padding-left: 40px !important;background-color: #f8f3f0 !important;}”]

Putting up the Christmas tree early has actually been a good remedy for the winter doldrums. The living room smells of pine and having the lights glow in the evening makes me feel cosy and content…even when two cats start a game of bat the candy canes off the tree. It was nice that we both got to decorate it this year to cheesy Christmas songs (Wham, FYI)  and that we get a whole month out of it compared to last year’s last minute half panicked- 4 days before Christmas- refurb angry-place the tree next to the a wheel barrow of sand shenanigans…

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Ohhh man. This past week of pregnancy has been like a flashback to the early days. Nausea in the evenings, sudden urges to nap at odd hours of the day, a breakout of spots on my face and the delightful feeling of my belly stretching…It’s been an uncomfortable week! Once upon a time, I could sleep through an earthquake, but now all it takes to wake me up in the middle of the night (besides my ever shrinking bladder) is a snort from Pepper. All of this has made me a little cranky in the day time and an absolute joy to be around 🙂 So, Week 19- still waiting on that pregnancy glow.

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I feel like you have to be a whip shot on Asos to get hold of anything nice ( you know what I mean? no surprise cutouts on the back or motifs that don’t need to exist) so I snapped up this dress quickly on Sunday night for a wedding I’m going to this weekend. It’s since Sold Out but you can get it in burgundy in a mini dress version, or in blue in a maxi dress version here. Or, I’m sure it’ll restock as popular pieces tend to do. It’s velvety soft, perfect for Winter (and Christmas parties) and the stretchy waistband means that my growing bump can nestle comfortably underneath it. I’m wearing it with a pair of gold tassel earrings from H&M![/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1516884595676{padding-top: 130px !important;padding-right: 40px !important;padding-bottom: 155px !important;padding-left: 40px !important;background-color: #f8f3f0 !important;}”]

What did you do on your Snow Day yesterday? After waking up early, I pretty much stayed glued to the window watching it fall and releasing the cats into it- they’ve never seen snow before. Pepper absolutely loved it and Louie…preferred the comforts of home and underfloor heating. It was completely unexpected too, which made it an even bigger treat to wake up to. I don’t think I’ve ever leapt out of bed that early on a Sunday with so much enthusiasm! Now I look out to the sleeting rain and already the lovely snowy day feels like…did that really happen? The last really good snowfall here was 2010, when it stuck around for a good week. Come oooon, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

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Last year, before a festive time on the John Lewis roof top, I did some window shopping in town. Liberty’s was beautiful (but also, The Nutcracker is my fav so it was always a winner) This year, I attempted to do a Christmas shopping mooch, thinking I’d get most things done. NOPE.BIG. MISTAKE.  I lasted nearly two hours before I fled home on the Victoria line. Pregnancy takes up so much of your energy that I spent most of that time looking for a toilet and watching people dodge past me (I’m also now a slow walker thanks to an increasingly big bump) I couldn’t even tell you what Liberty’s theme is this year! Although, I do feel like I ought to make a bigger effort to carry my big camera with me from now one because this picture is prettier than anything my iPhone could snap.

[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]It’s my birthday this week and I’m kind of stuck as to what to do. I prefer keeping it low key with minimal fuss- usually a nice meal at a restaurant. But this year, with baby halving my stomach size (and aversions!) a fancy meal out feels like it might be a bit wasted. To be honest, I’m more excited for our anomaly scan the day after for it means we find out if baby is a boy or a girl! I think once I know, it’ll make it feel more real? Like there’s an actual human in there and not just a growing belly full of Wotsits.

I re-read my maternity notes recently (all mums to be are given a big yellow book to carry to all your appointments) and I realised the sonographer wrote that I have an anterior placenta, meaning instead of hanging out in the back near my spine, baby and placenta are all at the front wanting to hang out with the world…I *think* that explains why I look bigger than most mums at this stage (or maybe you know…the belly full of Wotsits again) 

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