Friday has caught me off guard a bit this week – the days felt as if they were dragging and then all of a sudden here we are nearly at the weekend. It’s been a bit of a strange week for me anyway, where I’ve alternated between days where I’ve felt I could conquer the world and others where I felt as if I was trying to run through treacle. The joys of late pregnancy!
But Friday means time to reflect on what has brightened my days this week, and there has been a lot…
The teenager was in a swim meet over the weekend (smashing his PB’s as usual), which gave me the chance to get stuck in to The History of Love by Nicole Krauss. I wasn’t sure what to expect of this, as the title sounds quite chick-lit-y and I’d rather read the contents of my own bowel than chick-lit. But it had been passed on to me by a friend, who happens to be the only hipster I know, so I was pretty sure I was safe.
This book had me from the start, I was crying by page 13, and the story blew me away. Told mainly through the eyes of a 14 year old American girl and a 80 year old Polish Holocaust survivor who don’t know one another, it centres on a book written about a woman the man spent his life loving and whom the girl had been named after. It’s part coming-of-age, part mystery, part beautifully written gorgeousness and it is now one of my favourite books.
We watched the very dark, very sexy Nocturnal Animals at the weekend. I’ll watch anything with Jake Gyllenhaal in it (because he’s a brilliant actor. It’s got nothing to do with his puppy dog baby blues or his dimples or his mouth or those pecs…I’m not that shallow, it’s all about the acting for me), but it helps when the story is gripping and the rest of the cast are on point too. Loved it!
…lots of lush music, as I’m starting to make up a couple of playlists for the birth. I love nothing more than making a playlist, its my favourite part of organising an event – our wedding one was a bloody masterpiece and our Christmas one is flawless. For labour and birth I’ve got a very chilled mix and one with a bit of tempo, and I’ve loved digging up some great tracks. Elbow, Zero 7 (and lots more Sia), Jose Gonzalez, Jeff Buckley, Coldplay, The Weekend, James Bay, Semisonic, Kygo…I’ve been down memory lane and right back up to date. I’ll probably do a post on them when they’re done.
…Easter egg hunts! Considering we don’t really *do* Easter…we really *did* Easter this year. Because the four year old was having a friend over I kind of felt we should do something, so I bought cheap plastic eggs off Amazon, filled them with sweets and then hid them around the house. They had a great time just barging around finding them, and then shared their sweets at the end.
I’d forgotten that I’d bought a egg hunt pack from Asda too though, so decided to up my game a little by setting up a hunt with clues that the teenager could help his brother solve. I loved watching the wee one excitedly solving the clues and hearing his squeals of joy when he found an egg!
And as if that wasn’t enough hunting, we also went to Bannockburn to do the Cadbury and National Trust Scotland Easter hunt. We’d never been, so it was nice to learn about our history whilst hunting for clues, and the four year old even got to dress up like a knight!
We do one of these every year, as it’s a great way to get out of the house (away from the hot cross buns and chocolate!) and get the kids active whilst having fun. Because the egg hunts are usually done in the grounds of a NTS site rather than in the castle/house itself you don’t pay the usual admission fee, so it’s a cheap way to see some new places. The first time we did one back when the teenager was little, we ended up signing up for a family membership to National Trust Scotland. Now that our youngest is a bit older, we’re tempted to sign up for another. And the hunts are good because they’re more about solving the clues than chocolate, though there is the prize of an egg (or this year, a wee bunny) if you get them all right. Look out for them next year!
I’ve had to admit defeat and hang up my glow sticks until I can go back to Clubbercise after this baby is born, so I’ve switched my cardio hit from dancing to swimming. I blogged about why I love swimming when pregnant, and churned out 50 lengths this morning. This involves wearing The World’s Most Hideous Swim Suit™ but thankfully the only other people in the pool at that time in the morning are oldies who I’m pretty sure can’t see me through their goggles anyway!