Every time I type Florida, I end up adding a “y” to the end. Floriday is way cuter, they should probably change it.
So we’re back in Portland after the longest/shortest vacation in Florida. You know when it feels like you were gone forever, yet you just left yesterday? That’s the feeling. And can we all agree that there are few things worse than coming back from a great vacation? It’s quite depressing actually. There’s so much build up to the trip and then you have this really great time and then all of a sudden you’re on the plane coming back home and looking at work emails and it’s back to business as usual and it sucks. Not a fan. Whenever I come back from vacation and I’m feeling bummed, I remember the time my (guy) friend cried on our way home from spring break in college because he was so bummed that it was over. At least I’m not that big of a weenie… ;)
Anyway, anyway. The trip to the Keys was amazing. On the guest list: my mom, stepdad, little bro and his girlfriend, big brother, sister-in-law and two nephews. It was our first time to that part of Florida, and it was pretty incredible. The sun was freaking hot, the sand was warm, and the humidity was out of control. All the fixins for a great tropical vacay.
Here’s a little recap of our trip, in pictures. If you’d care to see….
First up. The house we stayed at was amazing.
The house was right on the water, but we spent most of our time in the pool. Partly because it was way awesome, and partly because it was hot as balls.
I attempted to crawl across this stellar foam floatie path. I only made it onto the first floatie before effortlessly sinking. Le sigh.
My 2-year old nephew Harmon is fearless and would jump into the pool every chance he could. And every time we’d hold our breath as he’d miss the edge by about a half an inch. Truth be told, I was a little jealous of those kiddos though. I would have given anything to be able to jump carelessly into the pool, instead of slowly rolling my
fatsuit body into it.
Isn’t my mama a beaut? I gotta find out her secret one of these days…
Aren’t brothers the best? Mine are, at least. Also, I could drink virgin pina coladas for dayz. Until this trip, I’d never really thought too much about how pregnant ladies have to drink “virgin” cocktails. Seems kinda judgy, don’t you think?
I’d pay some good money to be back at this place with these people right meow. I love you, family.
Random sidenote. Today marks my 2nd anniversary of this here blog. And I want to say thanks a million to you all for reading my stories week after week. You give me a reason to keep doing this silly writing thing that I love to do. Fist bump emoji… xo
This post comes to you from the sunny shore of the Florida Keys, where Casey and I are on vacation with my family for the week. The trip so far has been nothing short of amazing and the thought of leaving on Saturday makes me want to punch a bird.
We’ve rented a beachfront house in Islamorada and it’s pretty ridiculous. It’s rusticly charming, yet beachy and large and just perfect for the 10.5 of us. There’s a really great pool situation and a perfectly sandy beach right off our giant front porch, and a shoreline so clear and shallow, you can walk out a 500 feet and still only be up to your knees in warm sea water. There’s also a hammock right off the water, wedged between two perfect palm trees, and if you close your eyes tight enough, you forget that there’s a cluster of coconuts right above you that could drop at any moment. We like to live on the edge.
The first two days included some major pool time and some really major sunburns. Hashtag tourists. I’ve also been on a personal quest to conquer my dreaded humidity hair which is letting its freak flag fly on this trip. Tell me Floridians, what’s your secret to avoiding looking like a chia pet at all times?
I intend to post some pics of the trip once we’re back home, in the meantime, let’s totally go on a bumpdate!
Baby is the size of: A cantaloupe. Which is large.
Weight gain: Up 3 pounds at my last doctor appointment. Likely up 12 at my next one due to fish tacos and key lime pie.
Cravings: Nothing new to note. Although I did enjoy myself a nice little sipper of pickle juice last week. I blame a coworker (who is not pregnant) who did it first. And that’s that.
Sleep: It’s currently 4:34 am, so you know, that insomnia bitch is back. Though I blame Casey, because his alarm clock went off randomly an hour ago. Lots of blame going on in this bumpdate so far… I blame the baby for that.
Movement: So much movements! I keep telling Casey that I’m afraid that this child already weighs 8 pounds because it feels like there’s a full-grown child bouncing around in there sometimes. Casey felt legit kicks when he put his handy on the belly last night, which again caused him to pull his hand back and freak out. It’s funny how foreign the feeling was to both of us at first, but then it becomes like, the best thing ever.
Symptoms: Blaming people for stuff? In addition to the fuzzy hair on my belly, I’m also starting to develop the nice darkish line that runs down the middle of it. At first glance it’s hard to tell whether it’s a nice long treasure trail, or even an imprint from my maternity pants (all lovely options) but trust that it indeed is the dark line of preggernancy.
Missing: Cannonballing into the pool.
Happenings: The crib is up as of last week! So now we have a crib and a stroller. Two places to put our kid. We’ve also “finished” our registry, which is exciting because we have a couple bebe showers coming up in June. Registering for a wee one is tough because there are so many choices for every single thing. And everyone seems to have a different opinion on what we should use. (Let me rephrase, everyone has an opinion on EVERYTHING related to having a baby. I’m told I should get used to this? Yay.) But I think we’ve accounted for all the most pertinent registry items… although I wish it was acceptable to register for junk food because that’s really what the baby wants.
This is what 2 cups of regular coffee looks like. [ fist bump emoji ]
[ A #selfie gone terribly wrong. ]
- I originally published this post with the title: friday stuff. Wishful thinking.
- I forgot to take a 23 week bump pic last week. And by “forgot” I mean I just didn’t want to do my hair and put on a clean shirt and take a picture. So there won’t be a bumpdate this week. Dry your eyes, little grasshoppers. Next week I’ll have double the amount of ridiculousness to catch up on.
- You know how mom’s have cat-like reflexes when it comes to protecting their kids? Like when they stop short in the car and throw the “mom arm” out to keep the kid from flying forward? I think I’m starting to inherit that trait. I dropped a chocolate covered almond earlier and my mom-arm reflexes kicked in and I caught it about 3 inches before it hit the ground. Fastest I’ve moved all day. But I saved that almond, yes sir. Saved it for MAH MOUTH.
- That chocolate covered almond turned out to have not one but TWO almonds in it, which made me so happy, I giggled.
- My computer is on the fritz. (Is that saying still relevant?) I was
working watching Parenthood on Sunday when all of a sudden it shut down and wouldn’t turn back on. My biggest fear isn’t that it won’t work again, it’s that the hipster computer-fixer at Apple will see how much junk TV I’ve been watching on my computer for the last few months.
- I bought 3 new bras the other day, and since that day my life has improved substantially. I’m serious. Up until then, I’d been cramming my tots into all my pre-conception bras… and things just weren’t going well. So I hauled my unsupported self to Target and bought three new lovely maternity/nursing (!!) bras. I’m seriously so happy, I could blog about it. It reminds me of the time I was properly fitted for a bra for the first time in my life, and I blogged about it. I sense a pattern. Boob blogging. Blooging? Bloobing. Whatever.
- Do you ever sing really loud in your car and then freak out and look at your phone to make sure you haven’t accidentally dialed someone? Story of my life.
- We’re leaving for Florida on Saturday for a little family vacation. Currently on my packing list: maternity swimsuit, compression socks, and my THREE NEW BRAS. That should do it, right?
- Sometimes when I get a whiff of my own breath, it smells like Casey’s breath. Is that weird? Have I just made things very awkward for everyone?
- My job here is done.