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Vegan/Veggie curry recipe

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As a mummy who was given a huge kick up the bum by her partner to finally go vegan as I've been threatening for years, I thought I would share my favourite vegan recipe for any other undecided people out there.
This one is fab, because you can get so many vegetables into it, and it's even a hit with my little 15 month old (today) Olivia.
INGREDIENTS
A tin of chopped tomatoes
Vegetable stock
Tomato puree
1x brown onion
1x butternut squash
A tin of chickpeas
Oil
Basil
Mild vegan curry paste
A handful of spinach
Enough brown rice for whoever is eating
RICE METHOD
1. Add 1 cup of rice to 2 cups of cold water and put the pan on a low heat. Do not let the rice boil, and keep it moving to avoid it sticking to the bottom of the pan.
2. Rice takes a while to cook, so keep checking back with it. When it's ready, drain it and cover over with a teatowel to absorb the excess moisture.
CURRY METHOD
1. Pour roughly a tablespoon of oil into a large frying pan a…

Postnatal Depression: An open letter to every mum…

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If you haven’t seen my personal blog, it’s full of letters to Olivia, so you could say that these are what I do best.
This one, however, has a twist. Not to Olivia, but to you, the one reading this. 




Mums, mamas, mummies, I beg you all to be your best. Not the best mother, the best cook, the best anything, but just the best version of yourself. 
What do I mean? I mean, get that help, use that support, it’s okay not to be okay all of the time. In fact, it’s normal. But sometimes it might be slightly worse than normal, all that means is that you are vulnerable and you need a little bit extra. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, it’s DEPRESSION. And that is NOT a dirty word. It’s a feeling, a battle, a setback, but with the right help, you will come through the other side a stronger person, and you will be a better version of yourself having done so.
Sometimes you may feel like you're sinking, and when you do it's so hard to come up for air. But you will. And he…

7 Actual Important Things all Pregnant Women Need to Know...

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I see a lot of posts on this subject that focus on the funny side, about how everyone will see your nakedness and you won't care, about how you’ll get used to being puked on etc etc.This post isn’t that, there are so many practical things no body ever told me when I was pregnant and I never even thought to ask- You don’t know what you don’t know, right?
So, here is MY personal list of really important things that I should have been told, I’d love to hear yours in the comments! 1. Group B Strep It’s strange, I was asked several times on the maternity ward whether I was Strep B Positive and I always assumed that I must have been tested or they wouldn't be asking (after all, they nicked enough of my blood for testing over the course of my pregnancy) I also assumed I must have been all clear or they would have told me. WRONG. It wasn’t until Harriet got her results that I found out what it is and why it is so crucial for EVERY mother to be tested in EVERY …

Please tell me they grow out of the screaming phase?

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Picture this:
A lovely family day out to London. A short train ride, followed by a short walk around from Waterloo station to the London Aquarium and the London Eye. Plenty of snacks to entertain the little madam.



Oh yes, and the god awful screeching of a nightmare 14 month old. FOR NEARLY THE ENTIRE DAY. Minus 30 minutes of peace while she slept.
Seriously, kid. Did I not do enough to bring you into this world? I think the screaming and crying I did then was enough for the both of us for the rest of our lives!
The options seemed simple; ignore her, or pull my own hair out, strand by strand. Have you ever noticed how insanely difficult it is to ignore that sound that grates on you like no other? Today has been so emotionally draining. Every day like this I question if it's my fault, if there is some reason why she behaves like that for me, as usually it is just me she plays up for. At least today her dad was there too... it made me feel like slightly l…

Harriet's Labour Story - There's a Time & a Place to Die... This wasn't it.

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Hello, Florence. This is the first part to the journey and story- Of your entrance into the world. I am struggling to write the second half at the moment, but I am sure that will be easier once I have had my ‘Birth Afterthoughts’ session.
Anyway, My labour story starts on the Sunday before your due date, the 31st January 2016 at around 5:30 In the evening. I thought that I would make your Daddy a lovely dinner of bacon macaroni cheese from scratch, I had spent all day cleaning, but something was up. I decided to call the Maternity ward at the William Harvey Hospital because I couldn’t feel you move and it had been that way since I had woken up. This wasn’t the first time, but the forth time you’d decided to do this, I think you secretly liked making mummy worry about you. I texted your Grandmim, who came straight away to take me to hospital so we could get you checked over. Unlike every other time that I had to go in for monitoring for your reduced movement, you…