I 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…
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.
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.
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!
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.
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)