Here I am again. I left you hanging in Salzburg, Austria, and then sprung my news about the baby, and then took a merry departure while we entertained guests. Isn't ironic how as soon as you have lots to talk about, you're too busy to write?
Well, here's the recap so that you can appreciate the barrage of upcoming photos:
When we came home from Europe, we had about a week of down time before Marcos' brother Danny, his wife Marie and their little girl Kaitlyn came into town to visit from Utah. They left for home this morning, and we already miss them! Stay tuned for the chapter of their visit.
And now we're back to just us. I'm not sure how to breach the topic, but I know that some people have asked about the pregnancy, so here's a little idea of what that is like. The first trimester was pretty hairy, but not in a terrible way. I survived three + weeks in Europe marching around cities for hours on end, sometimes with a very heavy backpack, and I think the distraction of postcard-worthy sites kept me moving and distracted. I doubled our travel budget with my ravenous appetite, but for Marcos that is one of the perks of my pregnancy, because every time I eat he thinks he can too.
Now that we're a few weeks into the second trimester, I feel so much better. My timing in saying that isn't great because I just emerged from a very hot tub after throwing up all over the rental car, but you know, I like to think that was a special, isolated moment. I am still learning how to balance my eating intake and water intake so that I don't have gastric upheavals like the one this morning. Where did that come from, anyway?
So that's where we are. I am not sure where to start with the Europe photos, pregnancy updates and stories of our time with our family, but I hope to get it all organized in the near future. For now, I'm off to put my baby down for a nap and I'm guessing that I might fall asleep too...
I'm glad you're feeling a little bit better. It might be the one time in life that it is perfectly fine not to push yourself. Sleep. Love ya!
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