Nine months postpartum, I’m a heavier version of myself. I weigh more than I ever have In my life. I weigh more than when I was pregnant. But it’s ok. Well, it’s not ok…I don’t like it.
9 months
Drafts, Manuscripts and Coffee
I’ve never been much of a coffee drinker. Actually, I’ve never been a coffee drinker at all. I never felt I needed it, nor did I like it very much. But during that week of early commutes downtown, after sleepless nights with a baby...I was excited to get my daily mocha. I felt like I’d joined some exclusive crew, that I’d never been apart of.
A Year of Trimesters: Sweet Anticipation
I was pregnant, again...for the second time this year. I was hopeful. It was a year of sometimes painful, sometimes uncomfortable, always cautious, sweet anticipation.
Not ‘allowed’ to travel with baby boy!
I want to foster in him a love for people, new sights and experiences near and far.
Scrolling
I walked past the real that day, and even though I wondered, and pondered...even though I felt I cared... I kept walking. I kept scrolling.
How big is your village?
So, once a week I reflect and write down what I am grateful for and every week I write something about the love I have for my village...
Deadlines, Distractions & Accountability
I self diagnose all of the time and very rarely am I wrong. Except for that time I thought I was dying. I felt deathly ill and got tiny red bumps all over my body. I researched all over the internet and concluded “I’ve got Scarlet Fever. Yes, I’m going to die.”
Why 12 raisins?
At the stroke of midnight, I ate 12 raisins, one at a time, each one representing one wish for the New Year...Wishes fulfilled, I embark on a new journey. A journey of writing, motherhood and reflecting on this thing called life.
12raisins 