hallo! ciao! tag!

and here i sit. my very first blog post in germany.  and it will be… brief. i have so much to talk about; so very many stories since last we met. so much & so many that it’s overwhelming and i’m not quite sure where to start. so this, i’ve decided, will be my starting point – with pictures & lovingly-filtered instagram goodness.

our first week in germany.

i hope you have all been well & can’t wait to start to sharing our adventures with you all!

until next time… bella.

p.s. – to those who have asked & sent well-wishes, ‘thank you!’ the pregnancy has been blissful thus far. a brief catch up:

how far: 6.5 months
cravings: there is very little i won’t eat. but i’m LOVING my bubble water & pears have never tasted quite so good.
weight gain: yes.

aaaaand… we’re pleased as punch to announce that we’re having a BOY!


a rave, a review & a thank you!

the countdown to wiesbaden, germany is holding at 21 days. twenty.one.days.

{hello denial… let’s be friends.}

i wanted to take a moment to share with you all…

i have the privilege of knowing some pretty spectacular people. from mom experts like my amazing friend JLo, for sharing her favorite mom-to-be books with me, to my awesome sister for the most awesome body pillow for my ever-growing belly, i’ve felt exceptionally blessed as of late. a shout out to all of you for your overwhelming support & love, and for sharing our joy over new baby. it’s made the whole process an absolute blast. i say a ‘hip, hip, hooray’ every day for each of you!


oh, bubbles and froth how i miss you! when last week our mini holiday to chateau elán was on the horizon, i knew i wanted to find something {safe} to indulge in at least the ceremony of toasting with a bit of bubbly. i stumbled upon fre, alcohol removed brut and decided that it would have to do to give it a try.

we arrived in our room where a bottle of champagne was waiting on ice. i watched happily as captain unwrapped the foil & listened with delight as the cork was popped… and then… my bottle. i looked on with disdain as my bottle was opened and listened with contempt as the cork flew off. we poured, we toasted and then… *gasp* captain gave me the wrong glass!! he gave.me.the.wrong.glass! there i was drinking champagne.. i was pregnant & DRINKING ALCOHOL! cue freakout. which lasted a total of the 15 seconds it took for him to reassure that no, he had not given me the wrong glass. i stared, i sipped again. oh my, did that hit the spot. my alcohol removed brut was completely crisp and completely delicious. like, knock your socks off delicious. i am tickled pink to have found a wonderfully safe alternative to celebrate with these next few months. fre, alcohol removed brut = A+


to all for your wonderfully kind words and notes of encouragement these last few weeks. i am… overwhelmed.

until next time…


the far along game

so now that you know my big little secret, let me get you up to speed on how things have been going.


how far: currently rocking the babe @ 12 weeks
weight gain: 3-5-lbs., depending on the day
cravings: not really. but eggs benedict & cinnamon cereal have never tasted quite as  good! oh, and olives, hummus and french vanilla ice cream & seaweed salad.
symptoms: again, depends on the day. i feel lots of shifting & stretching in my belly,
nausea that comes and goes (but hold on to your hats when it comes!), and my boobs are reaching near epic proportions much to my chagrin & my husbands delight. (hey, i’m just being real.)
emotional: i refuse to answer on the grounds that it may incriminate myself.
changes in routine: au revoir night cap! au revoir sashimi! au revoir venti semi-dry skinny cappuccino! au revoir, au revoir, au revoir! see you in 6 months!

i’d like to think that it’s been a pretty lovely first trimester, ask me tomorrow, you’ll likely get a different answer.

happy tuesdays guys & gals!