If the first trimester was characterised by the sweetness of the secret and that first heart-altering scan, and the second, super-human energy, then the third most certainly has been about feeling all the feelings.
On more than one occasion, the thought of watching my man cradle our tiny person in his arms has had me dusting a stream of tears from my cheeks.
Mid-last year I had a vivid, symbolic dream in which I was standing in the middle of a highway that stretched into the horizon, and when I looked down, in my arms was a baby boy.
The details of that dream stayed with me in a way so few do — so real I can still transport myself there in an instant. A little soul was circling. That I could feel, just as I could feel the subtle shifts occurring within in me, opening up new possibilities and considerations and energies I’d dabbled with previously but never fully embraced.
In recent months, whenever I’ve had the pleasure of catching up with my beautiful friend Alex, she’ll inevitably end up crouched down in front of me, both hands — and possibly a cheek — placed lovingly on my pregnant belly, a smile on her face and her eyes aglow as she coos at my little lion cub.
You can’t help but be buoyed by this woman’s love for life and the people in it. These acts of expression and connection and demonstrative tenderness seem to come as naturally to her as breathing.
Today’s post is a special one because I’m celebrating a huge milestone in the life of one of my closest friends, Tara Bliss — the release of her debut book High: A Party Girl’s Guide to Peace.
Over the past two years, I’ve been in what I consider a privileged position of watching along intently, with equal parts awe and excitement, as this beautiful woman has devoted herself to writing this book.
It was a pretty big life moment. My biggest business win to date. The ante: upped.
And yet, for a couple of spirit-grinding days in early February after launching Bright-Eyed & Blog-Hearted, instead of allowing myself to feel intoxicated by wonder and revelry and JOYFUL ELATION – I sprinted the other way.