So, it’s been a while

I need to write more – I think it might be therapeutic for me. Can I just tell you that I haven’t ever been pregnant before and every day is a roller-coaster? I promise my blog will not only be about pregnancy from here on out – there is a lot going on my life… Continue reading So, it’s been a while

Be present

I’ve lived my life off tidbits of advice. Little quips from my parents which I now know resonate through the walls of meetings, wise words from professors, bosses, friends and colleagues. Be where your hands are – don’t get so spun out into the future afraid of what might happen that you neglect what you’re… Continue reading Be present

Mom? That’s a new name…

Positive. Plus sign. Smiley face. Two lines. Pregnant. I’m what? Yes. I am. I’m pregnant with a tiny human person. What do I do now? I don’t know anything about being a mom. Everyone says, you’ll be fine, it’s natural! It certainly doesn’t feel natural. It feels terrifying is what it feels. I’ve always wanted… Continue reading Mom? That’s a new name…

Clouds are nostalgic

I often stare at the sky. I take an excessive amount of photos of clouds, sunrises, sunsets (and cats too). There’s something about how the clouds fill the sky, it reminds me of being a child. Naive and full of wonder. Clouds that billow high up into the air, or clouds that dot the sky,… Continue reading Clouds are nostalgic

A tourist in my own life

My older brother is reading Harry Potter for the first time. I was insanely jealous and proud when he told me he’d picked them up for a bit of light reading. Jealous because I remember what it was like to read them for the first time, and I’ll never get to do that again. Proud because well,… Continue reading A tourist in my own life

The Atlantic

I’ve never experienced anything like the coast of Ireland and the smell of the Atlantic. Water so cold and unrelenting, yet lovely. Enchanting. I sat in the cold wind, bundled from head to toe in layers, staring out into the sea from my perch on the Seapoint Promenade in Salt Hill, Galway.  I took in everything around… Continue reading The Atlantic