The fourth trimester

The fourth trimester

There’s nothing like a new baby to mess up your relationship. I am not saying we don’t love him. We obsessively, completely do. We are both like super crazy thriller movie stalkers (think a room wall papered in pictures of our baby’s every move with some black pen drawings for extra craziness. And maybe some poems. […]

Joy

A few weeks back I read a wonderful post by Elizabeth Gilbert about how your soul is always guiding you towards joy (click here to read it). The basic premise is that the further you move away from what makes you joyful, the louder your soul will protest. Joy, not to be confused with pleasure, is […]

Six things I didn’t know before I became a mum

It doesn’t matter how much time you have spent Googling and talking to people. There’s still a bunch of stuff that will surprise you – and, at times, blindside you – when you become a mum for the first time. Here are the main things that blew my mind. Sex is painful I had a […]

Vulnerability

  I have been thinking about vulnerability, and the various types of social armour we develop, a lot lately. Since becoming a mum, I feel lot more vulnerable (it’s uncomfortable to even write that). I have spent decades building up a protective shell around my wildly over-sensitive heart; built up hulking independence muscles out of […]

Social media life

Social media life is not real life. Instagram is a strange land where people are constantly being photographed from behind looking at vistas, wearing bikinis in The Maldives and wearing floppy hats at music festivals. And Facebook? Well, it seems to have turned into a family photo album. I am just as guilty of this as […]

Motherhood so far

I am one month into this whole motherhood caper and wow. It’s one of the few experiences I have had where all the cliches are true. I feel like a hermit crab with no shell, all soft and vulnerable. Also very hermit-y as I rarely leave the house. The weird thing is that I actually like it. […]

Maternity leave

Going on maternity leave is surprisingly confronting. Under normal circumstances, the thought of taking 7.5 months off would be ultra-appealing. Hello South East Asian beach holiday! Hello road trip! Hello involved, self-indulgent creative project! But no, not this time. I’m headed for the unknown horrors of the post-natal gulag which is, quite frankly, scary. I […]