Istanbul, Turkey.

Istanbul had been on my top travel list for years, but somehow I never made it there. On my way to Macedonia right after finding out I was >>pregnant<< almost two years ago, I actually had a >>10 hour stopover<< there, but hey, I definitely had other things in mind that day, and couldn’t enjoy the city that much, plus it was only a few hours in a rush.   This year we took Turkish Airlines to and from >>Oman<< and both times had a stopover in Istanbul (plus a really annoying extra stop in Bahrain we didn’t know about…). …

365 Days.

Dear Mini-Me,   one year ago I thought I’d die. It had been almost two days since my water broke, two weeks before your due date, I had been in inducted labour for almost 24 hours, I had been moved from the oh so natural birth house to the oh so hated hospital – and still you didn’t seem to get out.   I was absolutely desperate at that very moment, starting to give up on myself, as my body appeared to be incapable to birth you. I have no idea how it eventually happened, with a lot of help …

Catalan Mountains.

We just returned from Spain, where we attended my friend’s classy, laid-back, Skandinavian-style wedding in the lower Pyrenees and also had a few days for a bit of proper vacation. After four days in Barcelona, with the wedding in between, we decided to return to the Catalan mountains for fresh air and silence.   A great decision, indeed.   All photos: Carolin Weinkopf

1 month.

Mini-me turned one month old today. I can’t believe how time is flying. It feels like he has just arrived. I dearly hope he’ll never leave again.   Photo: Carolin Weinkopf

Baby routine.

I’m working on finding a routine in this whole new situation. While I am desperate and mostly sleepless, enjoy the images of Anton’s first bath last weekend. It appears he really knows how to relax, doesn’t he?   (It’s amazing how efficient I can be chosing and editing photos when I have the pressure of a (maybe not so long) sleeping baby on me…)   All photos: Carolin Weinkopf

Anton.

Mini-me is here. His name is Anton, he was born on September 25 around coffee hour and he’s perfect, super healthy and fine and now one week old.   We’re smitten and proud – yet still completely overwhelmed, speechless and so, so exhausted. It will take us a while to adjust to this new situation – so please give us some time.   Photo: Carolin Weinkopf

Traveling pregnant.

When I booked my trip to Spain a few weeks ago, numerous people called me “brave” and articulated their concerns of me traveling pregnant at 31+ weeks. I’m so glad I didn’t listen to any of them and just did what mini-me and my heart had told me: Get out and go!   Indeed I have not felt any better during my entire pregnancy than now. Warm sand has calmed my aches, mediterranean waves have rocked my baby, some of my favourite people have snuggled my belly and mini-me now responds to outside stimuli in such an impressive way. I …

Mini-me. 24 weeks old.

♥   (I went to see a different doctor a few weeks ago just for once to get a nicer picture. He had to beat him hard to even show his face, but BAM!)  

Bergfest.

Today I am half way through my pregnancy (in German, we call that “Bergfest”), expanding like yeast dough and looking forward to everything to come.   Photo: Carolin Weinkopf