When the smell of bananas makes me gag (not helped by finally locating the smell in Oscar’s bag – a R.O.T.T.E.N banana) but I eat two banana toasted sandwiches for dinner.
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How chocolate no longer holds any sway over me whatsoever. At all.
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That – for the first time since Oscar’s pregnancy (there are two in between) – I can’t bend down or get on an angle to do up shoes.
Similar to Oscar’s pregnancy, if I stand for too long or “do too much” (read stand a lot, run around a lot, pick up Jasper a lot) I get early labour pains and have pinkish-brown mucus.
Sorry, I know that last point caught many of you off guard.
I have had three of these “shows” since Sunday week ago.
It give the tail end of pregnancy an interesting ‘edge’.
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I am absolutely craving red wine.
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This hit the spot last week – Nigella’s mushy peas
- 300g frozen peas
- 1 clove garlic
- 3 tbl creme fraiche
- 3 tbl parmesan, finely grated
- salt and pepper
- Bring a saucepan of water to boil with the garlic clove in it.
- cook peas, drain and discard garlic
- puree peas w/ the creme fraiche and parmesan
- season to taste
- I added more creme fraiche and parmesan on the top at the end because I’m pregnant and I can.
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Name updates:
I am (still) loving Grover (although now I’m leaning to Grosvenor as – believe it or not – I am conscious of the child being cranky about being named after a blue muppet, even though no-one EVER makes the Oscar the Grouch connection w/ Oscar or the Felix the Cat w/Felix) Sebastian, Theodore, Oliver, Baxter and Banjo.
Chef is adamant on George, in fact, last week announced “It doesn’t matter what we call him, I’m going to call him George.”
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I finish work on Friday.
This fills me with so much excitement.
I feel like I will finally be able to be pregnant.
If that makes any sense at all.
Here’s hoping I don’t go into labour on Friday night as I finally relax.
Onward!