All posts tagged: Relationship

Second Trimester

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THIS GROWING LOVE As soon as I hit the twelve week mark, my nausea started to wear off. By the end of May, my body felt like mine again and all the discomfort had miraculously disappeared.  Sure, there was this growing belly and my thighs, breasts and buttocks became rounder by the day. I actually started showing very early on and throughout the first two trimesters my belly was going to be on the larger side. However I absolutely loved these changes and every inch of my body who did such an amazing job at providing and nurturing our little boy. By week twelve I had already told everyone about the pregnancy, including my job, due to either coincidence or decision. Anyways there was no hiding my discomfort during the first trimester and I felt more relief communicating my situation than keeping it to myself. Which meant that as I was now entering this second phase of pregnancy, all I had to do was to relax and enjoy. June was really a perfect time for …

Be gentle, be kind.

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In my last post from the Monday Mantra series Speak Your Truth I was talking about the importance of learning how to address your concerns and desires in a way that opens the space for truthful, yet kind conversations. Especially if your personality is such that you find it hard to speak for yourself or to take the lead in important conversations, you may have experienced this: by the time you actually manage to address something, you have brooded over it since a while and hence the outcome is rather eruptive and anything but kind or gentle. As a matter of fact, I even used to get upset with the people around me because I would blame them for bringing me in a situation where something needed to be addressed – like they should really have been more considerate in the first place, or something. I projected the discomfort I had with confrontations right onto them instead of trying to figure out where it came from and how I could outgrow it. Then I experienced …

Speak your truth.

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My zodiac sign is libra and I fully live up to it by embodying all stereotypes and traits that are connected to that sign. I am indecisive, I despise conflict and I have a hard time adressing my concerns and desires. Which is tricky, since I often have a very precise idea about how I want things to be and sometimes find myself getting irritated when other people`s ideas differ from mine – especially when dealing with the people I am closest to. My family and friends became somewhat good at reading my mind and guessing what I may desire in a specific situation or moment – however, this doesn`t always work and definitely isn`t a recipe to go by when I`m surrounding myself with people I am less intimate with. So throughout the course of my life I have been working on a rather challenging task: How do I get to say, what I need to say, and how do I get to say it in a way that isn`t irritating for others. We …

Near Away

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On the night before you left, we didn`t get to sleep. Never again, I told myself and you, I would burden our love with an early departure, knowing well that come the time of choosing between the luxury of a slow goodbye and saving what little money we have, we would probably push that promise into the back of our minds. How often do we need to let our mind rule over our heart until we decide to change our course? On the night before you left, we didn`t get to share sweet love, there was no space for deep embraces and soft kisses, nor murmured whispers of devotion. On the night before you left, we packed and ravaged until early morning hours, departure inhabiting every cell of our bodies, as if we wanted to press all the things undone, unsaid, unprepared into the last remaining minutes together before…. I remeber lying down next to you, putting my head to rest on your shoulder, as if I wanted to hold on to this body, heart …

The Unexpected Is Sometimes The Best.

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Sometimes all it takes is diving into the unexpected. Our apartment was going to be occupied during the weekend because we were thinking that we would spend the weekend at my grandmothers house. Only – all of a sudden – we weren`t . My grandmother, who always received all of our big family, friends and even friends friends warmly in her big house, a hot soup on the stove and fresh flowers on the bedside tables, wasn`t feeling up to it. Shortly before turning 90 in February, she found herself week and anxious, something we all ascribed to the ‘big day’ but has never left her fully since. Being thrown back to the little girl I intuitively become towards her, I refused to acknowledge this new situation and the possibility of her being anything but happy with us coming didn`t even occur to me until she found the courage to tell me herself. So here we were, with no travel at hand, an empty bank account and in need of a place to stay. As …