Monday, 23 May 2016
Saturday, 21 May 2016
Wednesday, 18 May 2016
Sunday, 15 May 2016
Saturday, 7 May 2016
The thing with being pregnant is that you always feel tired, or at least that's how I've found it the second time around. I've always had an on/off relationship with sleep anyways, so adding into the mix a small mound of cells zapping all of my energy and throwing my hormones into a bushfire - I think it's only expected that I'm feeling whipped on a regular basis, even after bringing my bedtime forward to 9:30!
For the May Day bank holiday, we headed off to London to go London Zoo and have a bit of a shop around. Normally, this would have been super exciting but I was filled with a tiny bit of dread - London on bank holiday Monday, when 23 weeks pregnant? Surely that was a bad idea, right? The hustle and bustle of the crowds, thousands of families with the exact same plans for the day, grumpy toddlers/adults... Thankfully, the weather predicted rain so it wasn't too busy and it only ended up raining for around 10 minutes or so which was an added bonus. We ended up having a really fun family day out, and I'm really glad we managed to do something a bit spontaneous as a family of three.
Of course, not every day is a bank holiday zoo trip but it seems to me that it's the normal days that tire me out the most. With working 9-5, commuting, looking after Dylan after work and then any extra activities we have planned, I'm really trying to be more conscious of taking time out for myself. I've got a dreaded blood test appointment next week, so I've decided to take the whole day off work so I don't have to stress about getting back to work afterwards and I'm actually kind of looking forward to it. Not the giving blood bit, obviously. That bit can pipe down, but the 'time to myself' thing is very appealing. I might even squeeze in a nap if I'm lucky.
The downside to being pregnant, if you can call it that, is that you seriously need to limit your caffeine intake. This means I can't have a fancy latte when I pop into town, as I'm already limited to two cups of tea a day - and of course it isn't just coffee and tea that contain caffeine but chocolate and fizzy pop like my beloved Cherry Coke. If you've got any tips for bringing up the energy levels, then definitely send them my way - I need all the help I can get!
Monday, 2 May 2016
|I need to stop using that filter...|
Saturday, 23 April 2016
Lately, I seem to be plagued with a selection of bad books. I've either had to force my way to the end, or abandon it completely - something I would have never dreamt of doing before. As I've grown, I've really managed to curate a bookcase I'm proud of, and I think I've defined my reading taste down to a tee. So why, I hear myself ask, am I still picking up books I think I should like?
There's a lot of snobbery in the book world - it's sad, but true - and I guess I've fallen victim to this myself. I picked up The First Bad Man by Miranda July because it was quirky! and feminist! and for women like me! but in all actual fact, it was just a step too bizarre and I couldn't relate to it at all. Of course, I don't have to relate to every book I read - one of my favourite reads of last year was totally unrelatable - but more often than not, I want something believable or comprehendible. Something that I feel could happen, even if not to me.
So what books should I be reading? Well, I seem to be falling more and more into Young Adult novels - did you roll your eyes? - but I'm not really interested in John Green or books along that vein. Books like Unbecoming by Jenny Downing and Only Ever Yours by Louise O'Neill that have a storyline of substance, or take a theme, like dystopian feminism, and completely run away with it. Aside from YA, I'm also interested in strong female writers like Carol Ann Duffy, Angela Carter and Margaret Atwood and I'm still hoping to broaden my horizons with foreign authors like Murakami and Anthony Doerr - author of All The Light We Cannot See.
Have I discovered anything new about myself? I guess not. I know not to read something because a literary critic says I should like it, but to read something because I think I will like it. I know my taste better than anyone, except maybe Dannie - that girl is dangerous when she posts book reviews! - and I should follow my gut more when it comes to adding books to my ever growing TBR pile...