Alcohol has always been a big part of my life for as long as I can (hazily) remember. It’s always been there, lurking in the background, at every family event, every BBQ, every nightclub, every wedding. A night out wouldn’t be complete without a drink in my hand. I can remember various booze related things growing up. I remember having sips of my dad’s beer when I was little, and sips of wine on holidays, I remember one Xmas Eve with family friends when I was about fourteen or fifteen, my siblings and friends children got me rather drunk, my dad had to help me walk home and I had my first hangover the next day – it was horrific, but clearly didn’t put me off. I remember my mum picking me up from a pub where I’d been with older friends and had promised not to drink. My wobbly bambi legs gave me away, that and the fact that I fell through the open front door. My teenage years meant underage drinking – always cider round the friends house whose parents would let us drink. Then there was drinking in the pubs we got served in and there was the raiding of drinks cabinets to take concoctions out in plastic bottles. Then there was university and my twenties, boxes of punch, shots, wrestling – but that’s another story altogether. It’s all been a rather wonderful, boozy cycle.
You’ve had a miscarriage, it’s goddamn awful, horrendous – the most empty feeling there can possibly be, to have been pregnant and then not. And, if you’re anything like me then you’ve read as much as you can bear on various Google searches (read as Mumsnet chatrooms) You’ve read about those women who fall pregnant a month afterward a miscarriage (urgh), read about why it might have happened, the odds, that it wasn’t your fault etc etc. But other than reading things that might drive you a little crazy, what else should you be doing? Well, from my point of view, moving on from a miscarriage has been a slow and steady process. I like to think that I was lucky (ha, I try to find the positive) in that mine happened very early on, and beside my boobs – which were enormous – my body had only just begun to physically change. It’s obviously very different for all women, and no doubt how far along you were is a huge factor, but here are the things that I’ve realised I have had to accept, or things that have helped me cope with this rather horrible experience.
OK, so I haven’t done a recipe post for aaaaaages, not since September would you believe! SO now is the time. This is a really easy recipe that I found in the Lean in 15 book by Joe Wicks. Now, despite not actually following any of his fitness type stuff, some of his recipes are really great for quick, go-to mid week meals, especially all of his stir frys, and this is one of them. I tweaked this particular version a bit and ended up adding quite a lot of extra vegetables (read as: I panicked thinking we wouldn’t have enough), which you can easily choose to cut out, and I chose to use courgette noodles instead of adding rice. It was incredibly filling so a good meal to make if you’re famished or hangry and need to eat NOW. It honestly took me no more than 15/20 minutes.
Here on Its Mostly Okay, something I like to talk about, other than myself (JOKES), is sport. Hockey is my first love but running is was what got my bottom into shape, quite literally, in my late twenties. Hockey now, is incredibly important to me, it keeps me going both mentally and physically. It gives me time away from the never-ending Olivia questions and gives me head space where I’m not thinking about ‘not being pregnant’. It’s my life-line at times. Because both my husband and I play, our Saturday match times often clash, but luckily for me there is a crèche at my club, so when I play a home game on a Saturday, I can have Olivia there with me. She’s often bought out to watch me and cheers wildly from the side-lines. If her dad is there with her, he gets her to shout embarrassing things at me like, ‘why aren’t you moving mummy!’ and other such helpful comments. It’s important to me as a mother of a daughter, that she see’s her mummy running about (and regularly falling over) on the pitch, sweating it out and being part of a team. Sport in our family is important. I digress, back to this post. As I said, I’m always keen to talk about sport and also how it can be combined with having a family, so when Moire O’Sullivan contacted me and asked me to share her story – ahead of her book launch – about combining being a mother and sportsperson, I was more than happy to help.
Who is Moire exactly and what is her story? Well, in brief, she’s an accomplished mountain runner and adventure racer. In 2009, she became the first person to complete the Wicklow Round, a 100km circuit of Ireland’s Wicklow Mountains, run within twenty-four hours. She is married to Pete and is the proud mother of their two young sons, Aran and Cahal. While busy adapting to and learning about motherhood, Moire won Ireland’s National Adventure Race Series three times in 2014, 2016 and 2017. Her (soon to be released) book Bump, Bike and Baby is about this personal journey. Moire charts her journey from ‘happy, carefree mountain runner to reluctant, stay-at-home mother of two. With her sights set on winning Ireland’s National Adventure Racing Series, she manages to maintain her post-natal sanity, and slowly learns to become a loving and occasionally functioning mum’. Here is my Q&A with her:
My Little Whirlwind, you turn four tomorrow. Such a big and momentous moment for me, just another birthday as far as you’re concerned. My original plan had been to write you a post every year on your birthday, but, well I’m a bit rubbish at deadlines since having you and I’ve only managed one so far when you turned two, but lets not dwell too much on Mummy’s inability to commit to things shall we, we’re here to talk about you.