<p><strong>1.&#0160; I&#39;m Pregnant</strong></p>

<p>Hey, it&#39;s not like I haven&#39;t done this before, but this time it has kicked my butt.&#0160; The first trimester went by in a blur of morning sickness and my shock at the fact that I started showing <em>before</em> the test turned pink.&#0160; Strangely, I seem to be the only person that expected my second pregnancy to be easier on me than my first.</p>

<p>It&#39;s great news, but I&#39;m exhausted.&#0160; Let the 40 weeks of worry begin!</p>

<p><strong>2.&#0160; We went to Austria</strong></p>

<p>Most of August was spent in Austria.&#0160; I know, poor, poor me.&#0160; But before you call me crazy and ungrateful keep in mind my news above.&#0160; </p>

<p>No alcohol + No stinky cheese + No staying up late + No shopping (thanks to my quickly expanding belly)= There&#39;s no point in going all the way to Vienna.&#0160; I could have eaten saltine crackers at home.&#0160; Why deal with extremely high security at airports, a screaming toddler, and no liquids on board only to arrive in Europe and be greeted with secondhand smoke everywhere?&#0160; Do you know how much that stinks when your senses are hypersensitive thanks to first trimester hormones? </p>

<p>And when all you can drink is water, it is no fun to be in a place where ice cubes are a rarity, and where they believe that drinking cold water is <em>baaad for you</em> but smoking and drinking while pregnant?&#0160; It&#39;s your pregrogative!&#0160; Try drinking room temperature mineral water for 3 weeks while politely declining shots of <em>schnapps</em> and you may understand some of my misery.</p>

<p>Of course, there is a reason we keep going back to Vienna.&#0160; Everything is so grand and beautiful there.&#0160; For instance, here is a shopping mall:</p>

<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/diary/266194330/" title="Photo Sharing"><img alt="Viennese Palais" class="at-xid-6a00d8341db04e53ef0120a93ce15a970b" height="500" src="http://www.everydaytreats.com/wp-content/uploads/6a00d8341db04e53ef0120a93ce15a970b-pi.jpg" width="375" /></a></p>

<p>

<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/diary/266194324/" title="Photo Sharing"><img alt="Viennese Palais" class="at-xid-6a00d8341db04e53ef0120a93ce16b970b" height="500" src="http://www.everydaytreats.com/wp-content/uploads/6a00d8341db04e53ef0120a93ce16b970b-pi.jpg" width="375" /></a></p>

<p>Behold, a supermarket:</p>


<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/diary/266194320/" title="Photo Sharing"><img alt="Julius Meinl" class="at-xid-6a00d8341db04e53ef0120a93ce17c970b" height="375" src="http://www.everydaytreats.com/wp-content/uploads/6a00d8341db04e53ef0120a93ce17c970b-pi.jpg" width="500" /></a><br /><em>(This is the <a href="http://www.meinlamgraben.at/meinl.aspx?target=106742&amp;l=2&amp;">Julius Meinl</a> in the first district.&#0160; The first thing you see when you walk in is a huge display of Pepperidge Farm cookies.&#0160; The sight of floor to ceiling Sausalito cookies brought tears to my eyes.&#0160; So yeah, I&#39;m definitely pregnant.)<br /><br />(Oh, and they were sampling wine.&#0160; You could serve yourself as much as you wanted.&#0160; That also brought tears to my eyes, but for different reasons.)</em></p>

<p>Even toddler tantrums are more elegant in Vienna:</p>

<p>


<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/diary/266200919/" title="Photo Sharing"><img alt="Schonbrunn" class="at-xid-6a00d8341db04e53ef0120a93ce190970b" height="500" src="http://www.everydaytreats.com/wp-content/uploads/6a00d8341db04e53ef0120a93ce190970b-pi.jpg" width="375" /></a></p>

<p>Guess who wanted to move to Schonbrunn palace.&#0160; <em>Hint:&#0160; Not me.</em></p>

<p>We also left the city and took a trip to wine country (Niederosterreich):</p>

<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/diary/266194317/" title="Photo Sharing"><img alt="Niederosterreich" class="at-xid-6a00d8341db04e53ef0120a93ce1a9970b" height="375" src="http://www.everydaytreats.com/wp-content/uploads/6a00d8341db04e53ef0120a93ce1a9970b-pi.jpg" width="500" /></a>

</p>

<p>All those grapes!&#0160; All that fresh <a href="http://www.wineanorak.com/grunerveltliner.htm">Gruner Veltliner</a>!&#0160; And me!&#0160; So pregnant.&#0160; Boo!</p>

<p><strong>3.&#0160; We came back</strong></p>

<p>And I was jet lagged, sick and grumpy for 2 whole weeks.&#0160; </p>

<p>Moving on...</p>

<p><strong>4.&#0160; Project Runway</strong></p>

<p>I had missed 4 episodes during my trip.&#0160; Thankfully, Bravo seems to have a marathon going on everyday.&#0160; So I had to catch up, of course.&#0160; Watching pregnant Laura have a meltdown made me cry, but in a good way.</p>

<p><strong>5.&#0160; Daycare</strong></p>

<p>My son started daycare 2 weeks after we got back.&#0160; I was very nervous.&#0160; It was like the first day of 4th grade.&#0160; We couldn&#39;t sleep the night before.&#0160; But, he went in and took to it like a pro.&#0160; He loves going to &quot;school&quot; and playing with his friends.&#0160; And mom gets a blessed 2 mornings a week when she can recuperate from the other 5 mornings in the week.&#0160; So not everything makes me cry.</p>

<p><strong>6.&#0160; BIKE!&#0160; BIKE!</strong></p>

<p>We bought our son a tricycle.&#0160; The weather has been absolutely gorgeous so I&#39;ve spent many afternoons pushing him around the neighborhood.&#0160; The best part is Sebastian proudly screaming &quot;BIKE!&#0160; BIKE!&quot; to every cyclist and Hell&#39;s Angels we encounter.&#0160; The look of pride on his face when someone acknowledges his little blue and red trike is priceless.&#0160; </p>

<p>I do my best not to post pictures of my family here, but this one - oh, I couldn&#39;t resist!</p>

<p><strong>7.&#0160; I turned 30</strong></p>

<p>I had an amazing birthday.&#0160; My husband and parents spoiled me immensely.&#0160; My friends were there for me.&#0160; But still, I&#39;m now in my thirties.&#0160; Wow.</p>
