Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Monday, September 12, 2016
We're finally back in Berlin! Many doubted my sanity when I told them I was flying 8 months pregnant, so I'm happy to have proved you all wrong by not having the baby over the Atlantic. In fact all I really suffered from it was a little (okay, major) swelling in my feet.
As soon as I got back, even before my water balloon feet had gone back to regular size (seriously, it was like they were SLOSHING every time I stepped), I went into nesting mode.
Thursday, September 1, 2016
We are now visiting my family in Michigan for one more week before we head back to Deutschland. It's nice seeing the old crew again. My little 8 year old sister Grace has been following me around all day teaching me card games and doing my hair. I think I might have to kidnap her and bring her back to Berlin with me. Anyway, she agreed to write this post for me as long as I type it for her. Here it is:
Monday, August 22, 2016
Monday, August 8, 2016
This is so weird right now looking at my table back home in Berlin right now in these photos. Wasn't long ago I was eating this awesome spicy mac and cheese and chatting with our German neighbors out the window.
Now Samuel and I are driving in a McDonald's scented car through the beautiful woods of North America, our mosquito bitten feet freshly soaked in the waters of Lake Superior.
Thursday, August 4, 2016
So guys, remember when I asked you the other day for ideas because I was stocking up on recipes to post while I'm on vacation?
Well, here I am, 4000 miles later in the USA, with a bunch of awesome things lined up to show you in the next few weeks. I think this post fulfills pretty much all of your requests.
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
The other day I bought a watermelon.
Being a stereotypical pregnant woman, this was very exciting for me. I waited for days for the perfect moment to break into it.
As soon as a craving struck, I split it open. It had given a deceivingly juicy sounding crack, but I was horrified to see before me not the succulent, bright color I had been dreaming of, but rather the pale pink flesh of an underripe watermelon.
I really almost cried. I'm not kidding. Like I said, stereotypical pregnant woman.
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
So, we have a problem.
I had been asking Samuel to rearrange our furniture in the living room for a while, ever since everything was pushed into the corners as it became a bedroom for our refugee friends for a few weeks. Being the busy man that he is, he simply hadn't gotten around to moving everything back into place. Plus he needed someone to help him since I think it's against the rules for a pregnant lady to help move furniture.