(May 12th)

I threw around hints about going to the beach for weeks. I looked at a million different places we could stay, and even “trained” Kaya to nod her head when I asked her if she wanted to go to Myrtle Beach.

But I never even booked the reservation. For multiple nights in a row, I’d get it all loaded up on the computer, and just stare at the “submit” button. I was just a little nervous to commit to anything, especially being 32-33 weeks pregnant at the time of our anticipated trip.

Lucky for me, Michael is a little less afraid of commitment and made that final click. We were officially going to the beach!

A month and a half later, we loaded up the car, dropped off Jax at the vet, and began the 5.5-hour-long drive.

It seemed like we had been counting down to this day for forever.

With a 19-month old and an 8-months-pregnant lady in the car, we definitely expected to stop along the way. To our surprise, we didn’t have to! We had our lunches packed, sang the “Itsy Bitsy Spider” about a million times, and looked at some new books to stay entertained. She did take a 30-minute nap, but that was all.
We rented a privately-owned condo for the week. We were so impressed with how spotless it was!Kaya actually ended up taking one of the beds for herself (the pack-and-play isn’t a favorite anymore, apparently), so it worked out really well that there were two.
There was a living room (with a sleeper sofa), and our own balcony. One of the main reasons I chose this place was the fact that it had a full kitchen. It was great to have a place to prepare and store breakfasts and lunches. We even cooked tacos one night! We could see the ocean from our balcony, just off to the left! It was probably a two-minute walk to the beach, and we didn’t even have to cross the street 🙂The view off the balcony to the right:
We headed down to the boardwalk with hopes of finding Greek food for dinner. Our vacation coincided with “Bike Week”, and Kaya wasn’t too sure about all the loud motorcycles at first (which is why she looks so uncertain in this picture). We did find some amazing gyros- probably the best I’ve ever had in the States (and that’s saying something, because I’m picky about my Greek food)! They were made with real lamb- so authentic! Kaya probably ate half of mine on her own!