Please don't get me wrong. I love that you are here. I am excited, and I invite you to witness and engage as you feel so drawn to do. But I am drawing the line at what is my responsibility, and what is yours. My intention This blog is about owning and honouring myself. Deeply and … Continue reading I am under no obligation to make sense to you
I can't today. And I don't know why. Shall we blame the anxiety, or the overwhelm? Shall we blame the journey, or the dates? Shall we blame perceptions, or the lack of innate knowing? I just think that something to blame would make this a bit easier right now. And I don't know what that … Continue reading the not-so-good day
I found this in my drafts, and can feel the passion! I am lucky to not feel this intense right now, but I wanted to share because this is something that I have felt consistently! ~-~-~ I need you to stop blaming me for this. Infertility is not a choice. It is not something I … Continue reading Raging about TTC blaming and shaming. Raging about the whole thing.
I just folded Baby's little jumpsuit. And I put the bibs in the draw underneath. I threw out the tissue paper I had wrapped them in, when I gave them to my husband. I kept the gift bag though. I hadn't touched them since I had hidden them away. After probably a month of … Continue reading Making space. Literally.
With the latest arrival at 'Cycle Day One' aka period, blood, heartbreak and such... I had planned a bit of back-up plan to help me through. Firstly, breakfast with my favourite. Meal-off from my eating plan, and boy did I milk it! Ice-cream for breakfast is totally a thing. Especially for heavy hearts. It was SO … Continue reading Period processing and plans for moving forward.
Actual message I sent to a friend. She asked why I had changed my RSVP to her baby shower.
"So what's going on?" You innocently ask with an effortless smile. Pregnancies, and miscarriages, and periods, and two-week-wait-periods. This is what I really want to tell you about. This world that I didn't know existed. A world of secret hoping, secret wishing, secret tracking, and most tragically, secret grieving. I want to tell you about … Continue reading Coffee Shop Catch Up