This time last year, despite the constant rain, I was reaping the benefits of planting out my veggie garden in April. I had planted cucumber, tomato, spring onions, lettuce, spinach, parsnip and leeks in my organic garden. This April, it was still raining and Mr Duncan and I decided there was no point in planting […]
So after I
Last week I made an appointment to see a Counsellor/Hypnotherapist. I have been worrying, given how difficult it was to get pregnant in the first place, and the two consecutive miscarriages, that somehow my mind/body connection was working against me. That maybe I was blocking myself somehow and preventing myself from having a
As a vegetarian for most of my life, I recently started eating a little red meat in the interests of improving my chances to conceive/carry successfully. We have a great butcher in our neighbourhood and Mr Duncan has been known to be a bit over-enthusiastic in his purchasing of the ‘meat of the week’ so we had
I just dropped Pickle at her orientation for occasional care – a two hour session in preparation for one day in care a week. And I’m sitting in the library next door thinking what should I do with my time? I have a long list of things that need doing, but the thing that
Despite our rental property having only paved outdoor space, I attempted a garden of sorts this spring. I had to leave all my plant containers in the UK (international pest control) and didn’t want to spend a lot of money on containers given we plan to buy a property with a decent yard (not that
So Miss Pickle is off on her first overnight school camp today. On one hand I feel completely free. On the other hand I feel like I should be doing stuff I can’t do when she’s around. Which is… um… nothing. I’m not that interesting. Separation This will be the second time she has not
That saying that “the days are long but the years are short” is so true. Somehow it has been ten years already since Pickle was born. She is so excited to finally be “double digits” and in way too much of a hurry to grow up for my liking. She is a thoughtful, kind, clever,
Bittersweet. On one hand, saying goodbye to 2018 – the difficult year I lost Mr Duncan. On the other saying hello to a year in which he won’t exist, except in our memories. When these milestones… holidays, birthdays, anniversaries come up, it’s hard not to count…and compare This is the first one without him. Last
Today it is two months since Mr Duncan died. I’m still trying to process the enormity of his death. And it’s insignificance. EVERYTHING has changed. Mr Duncan is dead. The life we created together is gone, along with the future we planned for our little family. How I see the world, how I feel, behave,