Pregnancy Update — September

September 20, 2016

This pregnancy is flying by, and I find that I often forget that I’m even pregnant (y’know, now that I’m not puking every 12 seconds, which was a pretty good reminder). I have this recurring dream where I suddenly remember that I’m pregnant after drinking one or more beers, which I think is totally due to the fact that I simply don’t have the time to really revel in this pregnancy the way I did when I was pregnant with Prim. (Well, that, and the fact that I would kill a man for a cocktail right now…)

weeks: 18

baby’s size: sweet potato

i’m feeling: better! The nausea has officially left the building, thank the sweet lord.

food love: mexican food, since I’m back in Cali for a bit. Sushi from my favorite sushi joint was also especially delicious (I get the cooked rolls, calm down) and food in general is tasting so much better these days (finally!)

food hate: meat can still be a little tricky at times. Sometimes a burger sounds totally delicious and other times it sounds like the worst thing ever.

3 pros for september: 1. I’m getting to see so many friends and family while Prim and I are back in California for a few weeks. 2. Eating is no longer torture, and often really enjoyable! 3. It’s been so nice to spend times with all of Prim’s little toddler friends while we’re here in California — she’s quite the social butterfly!

3 cons for september: 1. Its nice being back in a familiar place for a bit, but Prim and I are missing KC a lot. 2. I completely forgot about the insane traffic here in the Bay Area. I don’t drive in Amsterdam and we mostly take our bikes everywhere. Getting anywhere out here takes forever! 3. Now that I’m able to eat normally, my belly is getting bigger by the day. It’s crazy how quickly it expands the second time around!

currently living in: regular clothes with the bellaband. I know a lot of people who aren’t a fan of belly bands, but I have gotten tons of use out of mine during this and my last pregnancy.

looking forward to: taking a few more trips with KC and Prim when we get back to Amsterdam. (I’m specifically looking at a couple short trips to see some of the Christmas markets — be still my heart!)

dreaming about: fall and the holiday season. I’m super excited that it will be October when we get back to Amsterdam (the “official” start of the holiday season in my book). I can’t wait to decorate the apartment and soak up all the local cheer!


We’re Here!

September 19, 2016

Sorry for the delay in posting. We have been seeing friends and family and soaking up all the good California weather that’s been going on. (And obviously filling our bellies with so much Mexican food and sourdough bread. Hello!)

I thought I’d write a quick post about our flights out here, as I’m sure that anyone who has ever traveled with a child (especially a toddler) is wondering whether we’re currently banned from ever flying United Airlines again after our 20-hour ordeal. (We’re not.)

Here’s how it went down…

We left the house at 7:45am, as our flight was scheduled to leave just after 11am and I wanted to make sure we had ample time to get through security at Schiphol. If you have ever been to Schiphol (or pretty much any European airport) you’ll know that people traveling with children are not fast-tracked the way they often are in the states, and the whole, ahem, “efficiency” and “organization” thing is sort of generally lacking… Anyway, we breezed through checking our bags and getting through security, but then had to pass through passport control which was a veritable sh**show. It was basically a giant cluster of people unsure of where to line up with one worker casually pointing people to “EU” and “Non-EU” passport lines (I use the term “lines” loosely, because there was zero delineation of where these lines were or should be.)

We finally made it to the front of the “line” and passport control looked at our passports and then waved us through without a single word. I was fully expecting to have to provide documentation showing that KC knew we were leaving the country (as Dutch citizens have to provide all kinds of paperwork when one parent travels alone with a child — birth certificate, marriage certificate, consent form signed by both spouses, etc.), but nope — on we went.

We started the trek to our gate, which was apparently 40 miles away from where we came out of security. Luckily we had plenty of time, so we made a stop at Starbucks along the way to grab a bagel and a hot chocolate. Prim immediately had a huge meltdown while we were waiting in line, which I weathered by telling myself, “Well, at least we’re not on the plane!” Many bites of my bagel calmed her down and we made our way back to our gate.

I let Prim roam around the gate area and then spent a long time riding the moving sidewalk with her, attempting to tire her out before boarding. When boarding was about to begin we headed back to the gate area and Prim roamed around and made friends with many of the waiting passengers.

I waited to board until almost the end so that P would have less time waiting in her seat and then promptly dosed her with some Benadryl in the hopes that she would fall asleep after takeoff (since it was her usual naptime). I nursed her during takeoff and managed to get her to sleep (victory!) which lasted a mere 40 minutes (uggghhhh…) The remainder of the flight was spent watching bits and pieces of Tangled while the seatbelt sign was on and following Prim up and down the aisles of economy class, where she made friends with every single flight attendant and pretty much every person in an aisle seat. (In case you’re trying to do the math, yes, we spent a solid 5 or 6 hours walking the plane.)

We de-boarded in Chicago at 8pm Amsterdam time — Prim’s usual bedtime. I assumed she would conk out in the stroller, but no — the girl was still going strong. We cleared customs, grabbed our luggage, re-checked our luggage, boarded the tram to our next terminal and then made our way through security (yet again). Our gate was, again, in a land far, far away from security, so we strolled our way through most of O’Hare and down and then up every hidden elevator since that damn place is nothing but escalators.

We found our gate and I found a spot to charge the laptop (because God forbid we run out of batteries and can’t watch Tangled!) Prim found a small metal ring that she decided to throw and chase around the floor. I was too tired to worry too much about it, so when a very concerned gentleman came up to tell me that she was “playing with a piece of metal,” all I could say was, “I know,” like the #1 mom that I am.

We boarded the plane and took off at 11pm Amsterdam time. Prim got another dose of Benadryl (because she was still awake! How??) and I nursed her, hoping that she would sleep most of the flight. She ended up sleeping off and on for the first hour and a half, but was attached to me the entire time (because as soon as we detach, we wake up! Yay.) I finally gave in and let her be awake with 2.5 hours to go. These hours were spent watching portions of Tangled (yet again) and playing fun games like, “take all the candy out of the Ziplock and then put all of it back.”img_9786We arrived in San Francisco so tired at about 3:30am Amsterdam time, with Prim still going strong and refusing to sleep.

The day was exhausting and definitely a little nuts, but we managed to avoid meltdowns on both flights, which I’m calling a win.


Calo des Moro

September 8, 2016

img_9757 One of the days in Mallorca we took a drive about an hour from our hotel to go to another beach that had been recommended to KC — Caló des Moro.

We arrived and had to hike down to the beach — first down a bunch of stairs and then what felt like the rocky face of a cliff (which, in flip flops with a bad knee — not so easy). img_9759Luckily our trek was really worth the effort, because the beach was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.

img_9754I mean look at that! It’s like a postcard. And that’s just a shot taken on KC’s iPhone too — nothing fancy.

The beach was super crowded (obviously the locals know the good spots here), but we were able to find a little space for our stuff and headed off into the water.

(Please note that the Europeans are quite easy going with their beach attire, so there might be some bare body parts in the background of these shots — they were hard to avoid!)

DCIM100GOPRO Prim loved digging in the sand at the edge of the surf, and was content to spend most of her time filling and re-filling the bucket we had bought her.


DCIM100GOPRO We did manage to get her into the water, which after a little adjustment period she warmed up to quite well.



DCIM100GOPRO The water is so clear here, it’s amazing. You can see all the way to the bottom forever! (Which makes those of us who are a little uneasy with dark water — ahem, me — a little more comfortable.)


DCIM100GOPRO This beach probably wasn’t the most family-friendly, as it was quite a trek to get down to. If you had more than one little one it might be a bit tough to navigate (I would definitely recommend bringing a baby carrier if you have one!) But if you’re feeling adventurous I would totally recommend it. I mean, it’s worth it for the views alone!


Beach Day

September 7, 2016

Just a few photos from our day at the beach near our hotel in Mallorca. KC took these on his phone and on the GoPro (hence the water spots in a few of the shots). I can’t get enough of Prim in her cute little swimsuit with her long legs and pudgy belly!img_9762 img_9763 img_9764 img_9761








DCIM100GOPRO PS: Prim’s suit is from BabyGap (sold out) and my one-piece is from Old Navy (sold out).


Our Stay in Mallorca

September 6, 2016

Since I am traveling solo with P back to California today, I thought I’d post about our travel to and arrival in Mallorca. The trip was good prep for the flights back to California, as it gave me an idea of what to expect and how to pack for our trip.

As of the time this posts, I will be well on my way back to California already. Prim and I have a very quick layover in Chicago, where we will somehow have to de-board, clear customs, and make it to our new gate and onto our plane all within an hour and 25 minutes. (Have you been to O’Hare before? With a toddler? Shoot me.)

Anyway, when we arrived at Schiphol to head to Mallorca, we spent a solid chunk of time getting through security. We are not “priority” boarders, and Schiphol apparently doesn’t single out people with small children to try and fast-track them through the lines, so we had a nice half-hour of queueing and attempting to keep Prim from losing her mind. Once we got through security, we headed to our gate and let Prim roam around.

Prim became fascinated by the moving sidewalk, so we spent a solid chunk of time going back and forth on the conveyers near our gate.img_9775Once we boarded, Prim was well past her usual nap time and was getting into that “I’m tired and overstimulated” mode. She was on the verge of losing it for it a bit, but I managed to nurse her and finally got her to pass out for a bit.img_9774 img_9773That right there was like the calmest 20 minutes of our flight.

The rest of the flight was KC and me trying to keep Prim from howling by any means necessary. We were somewhat successful.

Once we arrived in Mallorca, got our luggage and secured our rental car and drove the hour to our hotel while Prim napped in the car most of the way. (Why she can’t manage this on a plane? I have no idea.)

Finally getting to our hotel was such a treat, as we were greeted by this view from our room:

img_9767 img_9768 The hotel had left us an ice-cold bottle of cava, which was so nice and so terrible — pregnancy!img_9772Prim was mostly stoked about the all-you-can-eat buffet, which we headed down to for dinner shortly after arriving:img_9770 img_9769img_9776This girl loooooves to eat. And a buffet is kind of the best with a toddler — just load up a plate with a bunch of stuff and see what they eat, right moms?? What a dream!

After dinner we took a walk down to the beach near the hotel.img_9777 img_9766 img_9760
It certainly wasn’t the worst day of travel we’ve ever had, and here’s hoping that my flights back to California are just as smooth (if not a little easier… ha.)