When we first moved to this lovely little island, we went to the beach weekly. And then I got pregnant. And then the morning sickness hit like it was trying prove a point. It was relentless and kept me home bound for a good two months. Sitting in the car was guaranteed to make the nausea worse so that meant no beach trips until I started feeling better. My beautiful tan was all but faded by the time I hit 15 weeks and was no longer throwing up after every meal. We were finally able to enjoy a day at the beach and accidentally stayed a couple of hours longer than we intended. Oops, I guess, but also #sorrynotsorry.
When you’re done here, be sure to check out Denver Family Photographer Nicole’s post for April!