I swear there’s alcohol in 0.0% non alcoholic beer. Because I’m sat here on a Saturday night, home alone – bar the sausage dog – indulging in a Thai takeaway and said ‘beer’ and I’m all a bit…thinky. I don’t even like beer? The catalyst for the deep thoughts, aside from the ‘beer’ and the transition of them in to this here blog post, was…
However, let’s start with yesterday first. Yesterday was tough. Apart from seeing a chirpy and extremely pretty friend (hi Ange!) for a dog walk and a spot to eat in the morning, the rest of the day was a miserable struggle. You know when people explain that they can’t raise a smile? I now get that. I couldn’t. Apart from when John was giving me…
It’s 10am and I’m writing this as I wait in the Early Pregnancy Unit at my local hospital for hopefully my last blood test of this whole ordeal. We’re looking to see if my HCG level is low enough to return a NOT PREGNANT result because until then my body still in some capacity thinks it’s pregnant due to the hormone release that surged over the…
You got me. I fibbed. Or rather, held back the truth, the whole truth. The sabbatical thing? It was all about trying to get pregnant via IVF. Well no. Not all about that. Say 90%. I wanted to make sure I was surrounded by comfort and freedom and daily options to promote happiness and calm into my world. To spend more time with the people…
Well this is rather nice isn’t it? Days with no schedules or commuter misery. Weekday mooches and allllllll the outdoorsyness and spontaneous dog walks. Yep, just what the doctor ordered. I’m in my element. It did get off to a slow start though if I’m honest. The first 2-3 weeks I was completely lost. I felt naughty and sort of couldn’t get going. Then once…
So i’m just over one week in to 3 months of unpaid leave from my day job. First of all; eeeeeeeeeeeek! How lucky am I to: have a husband that didn’t balk at the idea when I mooted it over New Years Eve work at a company that supports your personal needs and desires as well as their bottom line have 3 MONTHS to…
This year it’s finally clicked; Valentines is a load of rubbish. Ok let me explain because that sounds harsh and I’ve shocked myself a bit with this revelation. I love romance and the simplest form of it for me is time with my husband. Like intentional, top notch, focused, all in, quality time. Not sharing our time with phone notifications or zombie like in front…
Last week I was scrolling through Instagram and was actually floored to see on Lewis Howes feed that writer Hal Elrod has cancer. For those of you who don’t know Hal, I mean, I don’t know Hal, he wrote the book The Miracle Morning. The book covers Hal’s 6 steps (his life S.A.V.E.R.S) that he urges us to do every morning to set us up…
Why I get up, shower and do yoga in my pyjamas every damn day. I’ve practiced yoga on and off for 14 years. My earliest dabble in it was learning via books and DVDs in my bedroom when I was about 20 and suffering from acne conglobata (googling this condition is not advisable when eating). I was on SO. MANY. PRESCRIPTION. PILLS courtesy of consultants…
According to studies, the Sunday blues usually hit us five-days-a-week-nine-to-fivers somewhere around mid afternoon every Sunday. It doesn’t mean we’re unhappy in our jobs necessarily but it signals the end of the two days a week where you have more time on your hands to do the things and see the people you love. And if you’ve had an easy weekend with not much on…
