The other day there was a real chill in the air and as I walked the kid to the park I noticed that suddenly there are a tonne of leaves on the floor. It definitely wasn’t a shorts and flip flops day as I’d recklessly assumed. The expression, ‘Winter Is Coming’ wouldn’t get out of my head (any GOT fans reading??) Oh and a cold has materialised out of nowhere, the kid doesn’t even have one would you believe, so I had a sudden urge to make a warm, spicy soup for dinner. There’s something about the seasonal change from Summer (yes, that happened) to Autumn that makes me instantly want to start cooking stews, casseroles and soups, long gone are the delicious salads, sob. Also when I get a cold, I like to overdose on ginger and garlic in my evening meals, I feel like that helps fight a cold. I love Asian inspired food, it’s one of my favourites to both eat and cook. I’ve made a chicken noodle soup before, but this time I wanted something a little more spicy. In my never-ending search for great meal ideas I came across this awesome site which has loads of brilliant, easy and authentic recipes on it. It’s my favourite, go-to site when I need a quick and tasty mid week meal. And this is where I found a really simple coconut curry soup recipe. Here is my version of the recipe.
This post has been on the go, in draft for a while now. Each month I think I’ve found a new way to deal with the dreaded Two Week Wait (TWW) but the reality is I haven’t, so I’ve put this off for another month to see if I find that miracle distraction. Now I’ve reached the two year mark of trying for another baby, it seemed as good a time as any to put this out there. For any woman trying to get pregnant dealing with the TWW royally sucks. You’re looking out for the tiniest of symptoms that may or not mean pregnancy, but those symptoms are rather cruelly the same as getting your period. Lovely, no? Personally I find that the first week is fairly easy and passes without too much thought, but week two, ooh that’s the struggle. Those negative thoughts start to creep in and I often find myself lying awake at night running through various scenarios. I sway from completely normal to teetering on the precipice of doom the next. And it’s around this time that I catch myself staring at women with pregnant bumps, feeling that empty space in my heart. It’s an altogether rather horrible cycle to be in.
Oh. My. Goodness. This summer holiday business is insane. It’s become hugely apparent to me that during this time I can get nothing done whatsoever, apart from keeping the kid entertained, that’s it. That’s all I can manage. No housework, no admin, nada, zero, zip. The amount of times I’ve sat down to do an online food shop and been interrupted is ridiculous. I’ve literally not had the head space or brain power to put fingers to keyboard. How the heck do parents who work full time, manage their lives?! I hope everyone is
surviving enjoying the one on one time with their kids. Anyone else looking forward to back to school/nursery next week? (small show of hands) Anyway, I’m easing myself back in with a simple post. Something I’ve found that has kept me and the kid busy a few times when the weather has been crap is making Banana Bread. A great time killer for a rainy afternoon. I found this recipe for blueberry banana bread which I’ve tried twice now and it’s a firm win.
It’s kind of been a while since I wrote a post about what was happening fertility wise (or not as the case may be) I’ve not really felt like sharing every step of this journey, 1, because that would be rather boring and 2, because it’s hard enough dealing with it day by day, as well as writing it all down. It becomes a bit all consuming, the ever disappointing cycle so it’s good to not constantly be putting fingers to keyboard, writing about it as well. My last post back in April was about my husband and I having made the decision to start IVF. A lot has happened since then, lots of clinic appointments and so, so many injections. I’ve made a diary of sorts, talking about everything to date. This isn’t my usual post, it’s a little more erratic but hopefully conveys the crazy few weeks I’ve had.
I first ‘met’ Sunita, writer of Lucky Things blog via Instagram last year. Details of exactly when are a little hazy in my mind, a bit like a boozy first date. Shortly after meeting (I use this term in the ‘online’ sense) Sunita invited me along to an event she was hosting in London. It was apparently going to be a small, informal and friendly, with a fabulous Weleda arm massage thrown in for good measure. I didn’t know anyone else who was going, and having been to big blog and smaller meet ups before, I was a worried about feeling a bit lost. The big events I’ve been too, I’ve found to be rather impersonal, as those who already know each other use it as a chance to catch up (quite rightly) but the problem being that they tend to stick in their set groups (what’s a group of bloggers called? A Click perhaps, with all that phone and keyboard tapping?) And a few other more low-key, supposedly super friendly and pressure free meet ups that I’ve been to, I’ve found to be exactly what they were claiming not to be. So would going to Sunitas’ event leave me feeling on the outside?