I don’t have the “Pinterest Perfect” images I thought I might capture during my labor and delivery (you know, a la Kate Middleton). But these images are invaluable to me and was all thanks to my amazing doula for being able to multitask. They are raw and real and capture the energy of the experience. What I’ve written here is not everything I remember from that amazing day; I could write more about expectations, conversations with my nurse and the choice to encapsulate my placenta. But those are stories for another time.
Well, I should clarify, this is not MY birth story, but rather, my son’s! *insert some serious side eye*
Like any lover of good stories, I love me a good birth narrative. It’s got great story structure built right in: an obvious beginning, middle, climax, and then an end. Even when I adamantly didn’t want children, I still loved this narrative. And it’s time I add mine to the history books.
I didn’t think things could get bigger than 2008 or really 2013… but 2014 proved to be a doozy. Hence, my absence from my longest running hobby. I can’t believe I’ve been blogging for SEVEN years. I hope to pick up this practice again as there is more to document and a creative muscle that has atrophied a bit. Maybe I’ll talk about all the changes that 2014 brought, and maybe I won’t. Regardless, tomorrow begins the clean slate I love so much: day 1 of a brand new year. And (clearly) 2015 is sure to be quite memorable…
Soon to follow: a new house (and subsequent remodel), a recap of a trip to Spain, and thoughts on being pregnant…
Ok Fall Allergies, you win! We made the absolute most of the insanely beautiful weather this weekend, but now I’m paying the price. I’m surrounded by a cloud of used tissues and my nose looks like Rudolph’s. I love fall, but fall in Texas makes me really work for it. Clearly that didn’t stop us from eating the most amazing food and taking a nice ride through the city.
And now onto the week. Hey October, I’m glad you’re here.
Let’s all take a minute to deeply exhale… we made it through another summer! Fall is officially here today as the high was only 85. I love the metaphor my friend used — “the fever broke”.
It was an interesting and full summer and I’m glad I took a break from this space. But also, I missed it. And my sabbatical allowed me to miss it. While I was away I worked (and worked and worked) and spent a lot of time thinking (it’s kind of what I do) about everything that is life. I read books, watched movies, went on (not enough) walks, took a few photos, visited family and flexed other creative parts of my brain.
But I’m ready to be back…. so let’s do this internet!
It was a beautiful weekend! The fam came over and we attended a baseball game (interestingly no picture though) and the hubs changed from winter to summer by shaving his beard. I had a whole before and after in mind prior to him getting it done, but the place where he had a “straight blade shave” should have been called a butcher rather than barber. He was bleeding so much post-shave that they sent him home with a towel!
Despite a little blood-shed, we really did have a great weekend. The park has some more interesting art displayed and it’ll soon be too hot to enjoy it whilst the sun is up. We also had a friend over on Sunday and then sat outside and read for the long, sun-filled evening.
My sister and I hung out with my mom…at a spa! We also fit in a little shopping. And it’s officially hot in Houston these days…so sad. I also cleaned my house, prepped the studio, and collected my husband who was away all last week! It’s good to be back in a routine with him by my side.
This is more of a weekend reflection rather than scene. It was kind of a funky weekend. I’m feeling the need to chop off all my hair so that’s usually a flag that something else is going on. I’m needing to feel in control of something. So instead of running headfirst into some scissors, I gave this little space a facelift. It was long overdue and I’m happy with how it’s turning out. As always, a work in progress…
Also this weekend was a little weird because I intentionally didn’t take any photos other than the one below because the light was just so nice. I’m trying this whole “be present” thing. The weekend was indeed full…of the prosaic and the peculiar. We made it out to the Saturday Farmer’s market and ate the most deliciously fresh breakfast tacos as well as spent some time at the studio. I organized two months of neglected paperwork (i.e. unopened junkmail and a bag full of receipts!) and caught up on Downton Abbey. (My official opinion of the season so far — meh. But I’ll probably keep watching.) And we had a few unexpected conversations and interesting “serendipitous” moments. I’m always trying to be aware of those little signs in life that point of down one path or the other, but usually it takes a freight train and a bull horn until I get it.
I am officially on Day 3 of my personal challenge and so far so good. I even wrote first thing on Sunday morning which meant writing at 5:30 in the morning. I absolutely LOVE that when I was talking to the hubs about not being sure if I should try to write before we did our early Sunday morning thing or just wait until we came home at 9 and he said, “…I know, there sure is a lot that happens [on Sundays] before 1st thing in the morning!” Touche.
But it’s been like the well was bursting at the seams and already since I’ve uncapped it, the words are pouring out. The first day alone I wrote six pages and if I had all the time in the world I don’t know when I might stop. But day-jobs are calling and I must answer…
It was such a long and wonderful weekend. We packed in so much — and so much good food! Let’s see… I cleaned my whole house, actually slept in on Saturday, enjoyed a jazz concert (& dinner!), read an entire book, spent a few hours at the studio, watched a Parks & Rec marathon (well just a 1/2 marathon | uh, hilarious by-the-way), and celebrated with my parents on their 41st anniversary! January is finally off to a good start — I just can’t believe we end the week in February!