Journal Entry: Second Trimester Lessons

Trimester two officially wrapped, and… I get it now. I really get it. They call it the “easy one” for a reason.

For the first time since getting pregnant, I felt like myself again — not fully, but enough to stretch back into routines without crashing into an afternoon nap coma, and enough to make it past the one-hour mark without turning into a feral goblin of hunger. Lol.

Just as your body starts to feel a little more "normal", there’s a deeper shift happening that no ultrasound can track.

I’d heard people say pregnancy rewires your brain. That it pulls you from your fast-paced, goal-oriented, make-it-happen mode into a slower rhythm — one that turns you inward, toward home, stillness, and simplicity.

But feeling it in real time… during a book launch? That contrast was wild.

Some days, it felt like I was at war with myself. One part of me still fully devoted to making the book a wild success. The other part? Tempted to just chuck it up on Amazon and walk away. I literally said to Hal during a meltdown, “I don’t even care anymore — just upload the book and let’s move on.”

The kind that comes with a quantum leap. It’s the identity collapse that happens right before the expansion clicks into place.

And thank god Hal didn’t listen to me. Because what happened next was beyond what I ever imagined — New York Times Best Seller still feels like something I read on someone else’s vision board.

But let me be clear… while I’m insanely grateful I pushed through, it was hard. And now, sitting here at the cusp of trimester three, my body is whispering something totally different.

Even with all these doors opening — interviews, invites, media — I don’t want to fly across the country. I want to sit outside with a book and my womb tea. I want to organise baby clothes and stare at the lemon tree in the backyard.

And that’s hard to admit.

Because I worked my ass off for six years to become the woman who got these opportunities… and yet, this new version of me? She doesn’t want to cash in on all of it. She wants space. She wants stillness. She wants peace.

We assume something must be wrong if our desires change. If the ambition softens. If our hunger shifts.

We start to believe that the old version of us — the productive, driven, high-achieving one — was “better.” Or more worthy.

And as a woman who’s lived and breathed feminine embodiment for years, I know it would be weird if I wasn’t feeling this shift. Your mental, physical, emotional, spiritual, and energetic body all go through their own initiations with every life transition.

This isn’t just about becoming a mum. It could be a move. A relationship. A job change. Whatever shift you’re going through — it’s okay that you’re not who you were last season. That’s the whole point.

Pregnancy does one of two things to a relationship: it either cracks it open or deepens it beyond what you imagined. For us, it’s been the latter — and not because we’re having wild pregnancy sex (honestly, that has not been the vibe for us 😂), but because of how he’s shown up.

The way he’s led. Quietly. Strongly. Without needing praise.

The way he took the reins during the book launch. The way he’s held me — not just with his arms, but with his actions.

That level of masculine presence has given me something money can’t buy: the space to just be. And in this season, that’s been everything.

On the business front — holy hell. The creative downloads this trimester have been off the charts. Our ideas doc is overflowing (no exaggeration), but one thing keeps coming through on repeat:

✨ More in person.

✨ More community.

✨ More village energy.

I’m obsessed with group containers right now — the synergy, the shared breakthroughs, the healing that happens when one woman speaks her truth and it unlocks something in everyone else. This year’s refined offer suite is so aligned with where I’m heading and how I want to hold space.

I’ve given myself full permission to slow the f down. No strict plans for post-baby. Just letting it come through me intuitively.

But beyond that? Spaciousness.

Because this next chapter isn’t about hustle. It’s about legacy. It’s about alignment. It’s about finally living in the softness I spent years working my ass off for.

And yes — we leave for GREECE today for our babymoon and I am buzzing with excitement. That sun, that sea, that soft white linen energy… I need it in my bones.

Thank you for being here with me! If you’d like the quieter updates—the shifts, the real moments, the in-between bits—you can add your name here.