The Guiri Guide to Having a Baby in Spain: Fourth Trimester
It's just before 4am and my body wakes me up slowly. The baby, in his Pack n' Play next to my bed, is stirring, too. Like clockwork, he's still doing…
It's just before 4am and my body wakes me up slowly. The baby, in his Pack n' Play next to my bed, is stirring, too. Like clockwork, he's still doing…
"When we have kids, promise you'll let me name all of the boys." I don't remember where or in what context the Novio asked me this favor, but I shrugged…
The start of my second trimester, at 14 weeks, coincided with another big event in my life: Leaving Seville for a job and a new life in Madrid. After a…
Well, if there were ever a cat in the proverbial bag, it’s gotten out of the bag and run around the block. Yes, I’m pregnant. Yes, it’s the Novio’s. Yes,…
Ah, summer. My most favorite season of the year - beach days, sunshine and sleeping in. And sunburns. Always sunburns. And then I decided to plan a wedding one summer…
It was on my fifth Christmas abroad that my father decided to make us accessories to a crime. Since moving to Spain, my family had made the effort to follow…