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There’s beauty in the waiting.

It’s chilly out. A freezing 1 degrees actually. Just had an awkward experience with a woke barista ordering a latte in an aesthetically pleasing NYC coffee spot.  Silly me didn’t “clear the screen” after paying. I also didn’t understand when she asked for my name. But I still left a tip, coz USA. I went to Zara. Was asked to “please hang yurr things when yurr done”. Hun I slaved the floor folding and hanging for years in a clothes store. And the notorious lighting in Zara fitting rooms? Let’s not go there. I then visited Skims for an overdue bra shop. Extremely overdue. I can’t stand frills and colour. I mean yeah they’re cute and all - until you get dressed. It’s so hard to find nude, seamless and attractive underwear! Honestly I much prefer an online shop. You know the kind where you overfill your basket then never check out? Much more satisfying. Snow sprinkled over Times Square as I made my way back to the hotel, but not before grabbing my nonnegotiable panino from All’Antico V...
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Pain relief. Or physiological disturbance?

I know. It’s been a really long fucking time. You’re probably thinking I got all hyped up starting this blog and then I got over it.  But it’s not like that. Actually I started writing this entry in October.  Yes. October. Honestly. Wasn’t it September just yesterday? Halloween spooked by. Then we were balls deep in Christmas deco’s. Now we’re halfway through January 2025. I just need an extra 3-4 hours a day. Please? Now it’s no secret I cried and complained the whole way through 2024. Anxious and unsettled. Finding peace only when I’m with my son. But I’ve made progress. Adjusting and accepting. Consolidating the pros and cons. Hating to admit that I know I have more time with my son flying around the world than working 9 to 5. That sugarcoats it until I have to leave in the middle of the night or go on a layover. Then poof! It’s all over. LOL I’m not ok guys. Anyways I want to carry on from where we left off a few months ago. Because if reading my blog may help you or someo...
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Make it make sense.

You’re in a public toilet. You need to poo.  Thanking the Lord nobody’s in the ladies, you begin. Pooping in peace. Until, footsteps. The door swings open. Your bum clenches. Stage fright. Mid poo. You can’t go on. I listened to a hypnobirthing podcast when I was pregnant and this was one of the things I heard that I will never forget. Because it’s true. And it’s then and there you’re reminded of how much you take the peace and privacy of your own bathroom for granted. Because when we’re uncomfortable, when something doesn’t feel right, we close up (quite literally). Unable to continue per se. Labour and childbirth are no different. And going back to the checklist of birth preferences from my hospital, there were lots of simple, comforting things I hadn’t even considered before beginning my quest for a positive birth. Like the option of wearing my own clothes. Our sensory environment during labour and childbirth greatly contributes to our calm and ability to experience physiologica...
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