One of my favorite trips I've ever taken in my life was with my friend Tia, during our spring break from studying abroad in London. That's us up there. I think we're 20.

When the semester ended we hopped a cheap flight to Athens, and then spent a week jumping between Greek Islands and staying in the most budget hostels we could find, and it was as amazing as it sounds: we ate yogurt with honey every morning, drank ouzo every night (and drank Coronas and milkshakes during the day, apparently), and spent our days climbing long, twisting flights of white steps up mountainsides in search of a gorgeous building or a little shop that sold homemade olive oil. We also wore lots of sweatshirts, because we had heard the words "Greek Islands" and not realized that even islands can be cold when you visit them in March.

I want to go back so badly. Bucket-listed.

{ Hatch dress; DKNY vest; Deux Lux backpack }

I hit the 6-month mark this week (! this is going fast)…and finally started feeling the awesome energy burst that is supposed to characterize the whole second trimester.

The truth is that this pregnancy has been way harder, physically, than my first: I had worse morning sickness (and was still sick here and there until just a couple of weeks ago), and fatigue that lasted well up through my fifth month (and that I assume will be coming back to make an appearance in Trimester Three)…but I attribute about 90% of the exhaustion to the fact that I'm a mom already, which means constant motion and not a whole lot of time to chill out and lay down, even if laying down is kind of what I need to do.