Dirty Thirty and a Third Trimester Pregnancy Update

Oh, maybe one day I’ll be able to blog regularly again.

Today I’m about 29.5 weeks pregnant, but I’m just now getting to my 28 week update.

Last week Oatmeal and I took off on our long awaited vacation to Costa Rica.  We planned this trip back in January, so it was something we’d been looking forward to for a while.   We flew into San Jose, rented a car, and drove 2.5 hours southwest to a beach town called Manuel Antonio/Quepos.  We stayed in a house there for three nights, and then on the fourth day we woke up and drove 4.5 hours northeast to the mountain/volcano area of the country.  We checked into a resort called Tabacon and stayed one night there before heading back to the airport.  I don’t regret that itinerary at all and would do it again in a heartbeat!

This vacation was to celebrate a lot of things really.  For one, I turned 30 on the day that we came back home.  I told Oatmeal a long time ago that when I turned 30, I wanted to have a really ridiculous, over the top party.  I didn’t care about all of the other birthdays, but for some reason 30 seemed like something to really celebrate.  Well, when I realized I would be 7 months pregnant, throwing a party didn’t seem quite as fun.  😉  So Oatmeal suggested a trip instead.  It also served as a babymoon/one-last-hurrah type of trip.  Thankfully, Oatmeal’s parents were happy to take care of Poppyseed for us.  I predict that it will be at least a year after Middle is born before we take any other overnight trips, so we really made a point to enjoy this peaceful vacation!

I found our Manuel Antonio rental house on VRBO.com.  I absolutely LOVE booking travel plans on that website because you can always ask for a deal! I emailed the property manager of this house several times before asking for a $60/night discount.  They actually said yes, which made staying in this house less than $100/night.  For a two story, fully furnished house on a mountain with the most amazing views, I call that a steal!  The only downside was that we had to climb 133 concrete stairs every single time we went home.

This was the view from our bedroom balcony.  I looked at this every morning while putting on my makeup.

This was the view from our bedroom balcony. I looked at this every morning while putting on my makeup.

We each read books here in the afternoons.

We each read books here in the afternoons.

The house, like most in the area, was not air conditioned, so each night we opened up all the windows and turned on the fans.  The bed was really comfy, and the mosquito net was completely appropriate!  We didn't get a single bite.

The house, like most in the area, was not air conditioned, so each night we opened up all the windows and turned on the fans. The bed was really comfy, and the mosquito net was completely appropriate! We didn’t get a single bite.

133 steps.  ONE HUNDRED THIRTY THREE.

133 steps. ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-THREE.

I won’t lie, we didn’t do a whole lot of adventurous things on this vacation.  I know that when people go to Costa Rica, they typically fill their time with surfing lessons, ziplining, rafting, and lots of other really active things.  I actually did call a few places to see if they would allow a prego to participate in any of those activities and – shocker – came up empty.  But I don’t regret it one bit – our time there was relaxing and very soothing to the soul!  We walked (a lot), spent time at the beach, ate three delicious meals plus a snack every day, and drove around the area in our rental car.  Every afternoon a thunderstorm would roll in, so we’d head back to our house during that time and take a little siesta.  (May-September is the rainy season in Costa Rica, but we didn’t mind at all because the storms never lasted more than an hour.)  We would sleep, read books, and sit on the balcony and watch the ocean.  I don’t think either of us was secretly wishing that we were ziplining or rafting.

Taking a hike at Manuel Antonio National Park.

Taking a hike at Manuel Antonio National Park.

One of the beaches we visited was in the national park itself - it was gorgeous.

One of the beaches we visited was in the national park itself – it was gorgeous.

***A little bit of honesty here.  I am pretty hesitant to share any pictures of myself in a bikini while pregnant.  I don’t feel especially confident at this stage of the game.  But hey, it is what it is.  When you’re 7 months pregnant and in a foreign country with only your husband, you can sort of let it all hang out.

Something funny to remember is that about an hour after this picture was taken, we decided to hike back down to our car and grab lunch.  I went into a restroom, showered off, and put my shorts/tank back on.  I grabbed my bag and met Oatmeal outside and we hiked the mile or so back to our car.  About an hour later it occurred to me that I had left my swimsuit in the restroom!  It was the only swimsuit I’d brought on our trip because it’s the only thing that fit, so Oatmeal stepped up to the plate and sprinted back through the park to the beach to see if it was still there.  Before he got back into the park he basically had to have a full blown argument with the local man in the ticket booth, who tried to make him pay admission again even though he had our ticket stubs from the morning.  (Thankfully Oatmeal speaks Spanish and could hold his own.)  I was so surprised when he came back empty handed.  I mean who steals a wet, used bikini out of a public restroom!?

So we drove into town to find a swimsuit replacement.  Let me tell you, that was a major hit to my pride.  If there is one thing I hate more than swimsuit shopping , it is swimsuit shopping while pregnant.

In a foreign country.

With your husband.

Not even kidding, I think that ordeal almost made me cry.  At some point during the whole swimsuit shopping shenanigans we found ourselves in a dimly lit tourist boutique (all swimsuits were in plastic wrap, as per the norm in Costa Rica) and I found myself muttering, “What is with bikini bottoms these days?  I couldn’t even have pulled these off ten years ago!  Honey, I’d have to have your butt to pull these off!”  I heard Oatmeal ask the store owner a question in Spanish a few moments later, and come to find out he had said, “Ma’am, my wife would like to try on a bottom that covers her entire hiney.”

Thankfully he was totally supportive, and I managed to mix and match two pretty generic pieces and feel comfortable for the rest of the trip!  But there will be no more pregnant bikini pictures, I assure you.  Yikes.

This was another gorgeous beach that we found in Manuel Antonio.  Oatmeal had a lot of fun trying to drown in the ridiculous waves.

This was another gorgeous beach that we found in Manuel Antonio. Oatmeal had a lot of fun trying to drown in the ridiculous waves.

Michael in the water

My honey enjoying a glass of wine after a day of beach hopping and exploring.

My honey enjoying a glass of wine after a day of beach hopping and exploring.

Overall Manuel Antonio was a really fun place.  It was your typical beach town – very humid and hot but lots of wildlife and views.  On our last evening there I took a yoga class while Oatmeal went on a jog.   It was on the roof of a resort, and it was so, so so pretty.  I was actually the only person who showed up to the class, which really worked in my favor because the instructor just modified her whole lesson into a prenatal class.  With five minutes left in the hour, we had to stop because three monkeys jumped onto the roof with us and – I’m not kidding – attempted to steal my backpack as well as a bottle of Young Living essential oil that the instructor had set near her mat.  Thankfully they didn’t get my bag, but her bottle of Valor was as good as gone!

Thieves!!

Thieves!!

YogaWe had been warned that monkeys in Costa Rica were not to be trusted, but I didn’t quite understand the seriousness of those warnings until that yoga lesson!

So on Saturday morning we packed up our bags and got in the car to make the 5 hour drive to Tabacon Resort.  I will admit that it was a LONG drive, but it was absolutely beautiful.  We saw everything from beaches, to unique little communities, to endless mountain ranges, and then we stopped and stayed at a resort near an active volcano.  On our way we stopped at a popular tourist spot known for aggressive crocodiles.  We had breakfast and a cup of coffee while watching about thirty crocodiles await their next meal.  Supposedly the week before we arrived a very drunk tourist was kicked off of his tour bus and stumbled over the bridge, where – you guessed it – he became a meal.  That was not a comforting thought as I sipped my coffee and watched those massive jaws below.  It was an experience, but not one that I’m in a hurry to repeat!

Crocodiles

Jaco Beach

After lots and lots of time in the car, we finally made it to Tabacon Thermal Resort.  Wow, was that place worth the wait!  It was quite the fancy schmancy resort.  We were greeted with fruity drinks in champagne flutes, and our foreheads were dabbed with damp towels before we even checked in.  I can’t tell you how much I enjoy watching Oatmeal squirm in these types of environments.  My Texas boy is seriously uncomfortable in “hoity-toity” places, and this resort just about put him over the edge.  I for one LOVED it, and I repeatedly reminded him that I wouldn’t want to turn 30 anywhere else but there.  He eventually relaxed a little bit and we hit the springs for the day.  It was gorgeous, and so relaxing, to swim in the warm springs that were 100% heated by the active volcano nearby!

Side note: If you ever want to stay at this resort, I would advise booking through Expedia, NOT the resort website.  It saved us $200 a night.

You should have seen his face when they brought him that drink.  Pretty sure he wanted to toss it onto the floor.  Oh Oatmeal.

You should have seen his face when they brought him that drink. Pretty sure he wanted to toss it onto the floor. Oh Oatmeal.

He is at least a really good sport about all of the pictures that I insist on taking of him!

He is at least a really good sport about all of the pictures that I insist on taking of him!

In one of the dozens of springs.

In one of the dozens of springs.

Oatmeal isn't much of a drinker, but I insisted he have a margarita in the spring so that he would relax a bit.  It worked.  ;)

Oatmeal isn’t much of a drinker, but I insisted he have a margarita in the spring so that he would relax a bit. It worked. 😉  Soon he was living it up at good ole Tabacon!

When we checked into the resort, the concierge informed us that they were booked solid for the evening.  He advised us to make reservations at their restaurant asap if we wanted to get a table.  We followed his advice and called ahead for 7:30pm reservations.  When we finished swimming, we went back to our room to take a nap and then get ready for dinner.  At 7:15 we showed up to the really fancy schmancy restaurant, and we both just about died.  We were one of three couples in the entire place!  There must have been fifty open tables in that place!  I don’t know where the party was, but we must have lost our invitation. Ha.

Oatmeal and I right after my birthday dinner.  It was the last night of our wonderful trip.

Oatmeal and I right after my birthday dinner. It was the last night of our wonderful trip.

I have to add this awkward shot of us leaving Tabacon this next morning.  Remind me not to do that with my hand/arm next time.

And finally, the last picture taken in Costa Rica!  This was the morning of my birthday, and we spent the whole day traveling back to Texas.

I can’t lie, it was a really great vacation.  I would recommend Costa Rica to anyone who wants to relax, drink fantastic coffee, eat good food, and who isn’t afraid of a little bit of humidity.  The views are amazing, the beaches are beautiful, the people are super friendly, and there are endless things to do.  Plus, if you don’t want to do anything, it’s just the best place in the area to relax!

As much fun as we had, Oatmeal makes a good point when he says, “The best part of a vacation is coming home.”  We were SO ready to get home and see our toddler.  She had a great time playing with her cousins, grandparents, and aunt, but she made us feel so special when we pulled into the driveway.  Mommy got 3 hugs (that’s a lot of hugs from Poppyseed, trust me) and Oatmeal got plenty of hugs and kisses, too.  I certainly don’t regret taking the time to connect with my baby daddy (I mean, he comes first, right?!!) but there just isn’t much in this world that makes me happier than my little girl.

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