The flurry of Christmas is soon upon us. It is at our house this year and we are having 13 people over for Christmas dinner. Dad’s time with us will soon be over and we busy ourselves shopping, buying Christmas presents for everyone. I want this Christmas to be special. It is the first in…
Clinics, friends and work
The 7th of December rolls around pretty quickly. We all pick dad up from the airport. He is absolutely delighted to see Jay there. He just hugs and hugs her. “Granddad, I can’t breathe.” Jay agrees to spend a couple of days with us so that she can spend some time with dad. They talk…
Letting them all know
Dee and I decide who we are going to tell. Jay is only 7 weeks and my mom always told me that a woman should wait until the first trimester is over before telling anyone. Being one who likes to share pain in my life, I never quite understand the reasoning behind this. We decide…
The confirmation – take 2
The next two weeks pass by in somewhat of a blur. Jay and I keep our usual Tuesday and Friday dates but rather than go to the movies or look at shoes shops (Jay’s obsession), we wander around baby sections and imagine a life with a baby. I am still not really ready to play…
The confirmation
I drop JC off at school and make my way to where Jay is having her ultrasound. It takes me 45 minutes to get there. Appropriately, it is raining. I call them to let them know that I am on my way and to please wait before going in because I want to be there….
The Confrontation
We make our way over to where Jay and Em are living. It is a dump. A derelict house that has been marked for demolition to make way for three townhouses. But it is cheap and all they can afford. I hate going there. It wreaks of cat pee and is very damp. It is…
Breaking the news
I sit down after replacing the receiver and take a deep breath. A grandmother? Me? Now? Is this some sick joke the universe is playing on me? Have I not suffered enough in the last two years (because, yes, in this moment I do think it is all about me , dammit!)? I scan the…
And so it begins…
Monday and the time is around 11am. I am seated on our new chocolate brown leather lounge suite enjoying what I feel is a much deserved cup of tea. I have managed to do a fair bit of housework and our beautiful new house feels calm and restful. I scan around the room. I still…
Midlife Exhaustion
Okay, it’s official. I am a boring person. I have been wandering the halls of blog pages and am amazed at the ingenuity and creativity of some wordsmiths out there. They seem to have this whacky way of looking at the world, although, admittedly, some are so far off the wall I question if they…
Have breath, will write … but for the fear
Writing for me is like breathing. It is something I have to do to stay alive. It is, simply, who I am. However, and there is a big resounding BUT here, I do not write enough. Writers want to be noticed, they want to be recognised, and they want to, more than anything, connect with…