I just cam-em-bert to give it up!

There are milestones that you remember in pregnancy.  The 12 weeks scan, and seeing your baby for the first time.  Hearing the heartbeat at the 16 week appointment.  The quickening (when you first start to feel your baby move).  All of these things have happened to me and Mr Oh in the last few weeks, and it’s wonderful.

But there’s another one for me, too.  I will remember 16 weeks for another reason.  I will remember it as the week where I discovered that you can still eat brie and camembert AS LONG AS IT’S COOKED.  As a cheese lover, and a pregnant craver of dairy produce, this news sparked within me near-ridiculous amounts of glee.

I’m also determined not to put on too much weight, though, and so I was loathe to run out and buy a brie for our ceramic brie-baking pot (a most excellent Christmas present from the little sister last year!).  I have managed to hold off for a couple of weeks, until I could work it into a reasonably healthy week of meals.  And that’s what led up to last night’s dinner (and today’s lunch) of courgette and camembert tart:


And boy was it worth it.  Ah, old friend, it is gloriously good to have you back.



One hand in my pocket.

So I started my second maternity refashioning project today – I’m taking a large, men’s stripey shirt (yes, another one!) and making it into a lovely longline maternity top, again inspired by a tutorial, this time by the fab Meg at DIY Maternity.  I’m still trying to make it work (I’m a bit bigger than she is to start off with, and my shirt is a bit snugger, but I’m getting there!) so I’ll post on that when I’ve worked it out.

In the meantime though, I diligently took the pocket off the front of my charity shop shirt, and thought I’d whip up a little brooch…

a pretty pin from a cotton pocket

What do you think?  Not exactly groundbreaking, I know, but kind of cute, I thought!

In other news, had my 16 week midwife appointment this morning.  How incredible it is to hear the rhythmic, rushing sound of your baby’s heartbeat!  Mr Oh was there and heard it for the very first time, so it was all a bit emotional.  Other than that, all is well, so that’s a big relief.  Next stop anomaly scan (20 weeks!).  That’s when we get to see Puddin’ again, and I can’t wait.


Farewell to the fairground

Lately, and perhaps unsurprisingly, I’ve been having moments of terror amid the general low level panic I imagine everyone has when they’re expecting their first child. I find myself wondering whether I’m really ready to be a parent. I see people out and about with much smaller people, and I think “am I really in that place, yet? Am I not waaaay too young to be contemplating motherhood*?” I keep thinking about nights out in trendy city bars with friends, ill-advised trips to cheesy clubs and surfing the night bus home, festivals, sundowners in parks, drinking the night away in sunny beer gardens.

So, I don’t have kids yet … what exactly does someone who’s ‘way too young’ to be settling down for motherhood do of a Saturday night? I’ll tell you what I did this weekend: the weekly shop at Sainsbury’s. I practically had to restrain myself from texting someone to brag that I’d managed to divide and pack the shopping into ‘fridge’ and ‘storecupboard’ bags for ease of unpacking once home.  I even took a photo, for pity’s sake!


…yeah.  I think my worries about giving up my rock and roll lifestyle may just be unfounded.


*(FYI, I am 31. I am definitely NOT way too young.)

Minty fresh!

The prodigal husband has returned!  And he has brought with him presents from foreign climes (or, should that be ‘ferry’ climes?) with a bag of delicious peppermint teapigs.


The tea is incredibly fresh tasting and a vibrant, lovely green colour.  And the teapigs mafia will no doubt tell me off, but I find each ‘temple’ is dense and full enough for a double use (which is good, as they are a little on the pricey side…).  Although when you tot up the amount I’m spending on tea and fizzy water against the amount I would normally be spending going out and having a couple of drinks, pregnancy is still a pretty frugal time!

Oh, and I also got a bottle of my favourite summer perfume.  Boy done good.


Comfort food…

So it turns out the gorgeous Mr Oh has been delayed in Paris for another day, and I was so looking forward to seeing him this evening! Comfort food required…

Tomatoes, mozzarella, parma ham, basil, a smear of pesto and a pack of ready made puff pastry later, and this is what happened for dinner this evening. And probably lunch for the rest of the week, too. Happy days. Although I still miss Mr Oh.