Second Baby Gender Reveal

* Boy or Girl?! *

 

I know you guys have been waiting for a long time for this post! Thanks for bearing with me and having patiently awaited until the gender reveal pics were ready!

So, without further ado, here it comes! Our second baby is a...

 BABY BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Almost everyone thought we were having a girl this time around! So if you're one of the ones who thought so, please comment below to let me know why! :p Also, on yesterday's Instagram post, a lot of you thought the surprise I was referring to was that we were having twins!!! Definitely not, what I meant is barely anyone bet for a boy, and that's what our little one is!

It's a little prince we've been blessed with!!! And the other major reveal... His name...

* NOAM *

Noam is a name of Hebrew origin, and it means "pleasantness, charm, tenderness".

I think Noam is really similar to Liam, and I love these two names for the 2 brothers! They are going to be 2.5 years apart, and I'm not sure I can handle so much cuteness! :p

It took me a while to decide on Holi Powder for this gender reveal. You may remember we did Liam's with balloons! I love the result and we could have never done it without the help of our friend KC Leung, our photographer for the day. These pictures require so much movement, it would have been impossible to take them as we usually do, with a tripod.

Baby Noam is due in less than 15 weeks, and we all love him so much already it's crazy! Liam likes kissing mommy's belly and even pronounces Noam's name better than his own haha! 

I hope you liked the pictures, we put so much love in them and hopefully we can show them to our Noam one day! <3 Thanks for reading!

Liam's birth story

My labor story is finally up! I actually wrote the whole thing in Catalan a month and a half ago, and I think the Catalan version is way better. I found it somehow difficult to translate it into English hence I kept procrastinating. I hope I didn't make up too many terms and you guys will be able to enjoy Liam's birth story. Here we go!

1. August 27th at night in the pool during contractions
2. August 28th, 11:45AM, Liam is born
3. August 28th afternoon in our hospital room
4. August 29th, 2PM, we arrive home. Liam is 1 day old

On August 26th, 41 weeks and 2 days pregnant, I decided it was time to try to induce labor naturally: long walks, chocolate, spicy food and sex. It obviously worked wonders, because on August 27th at 3AM, I went into labor. I was sound asleep when I was woken up by the need to go to the toilet. Nothing new, you may think, since having to pee two or three times per night during pregnancy is totally normal. But it was not the same, it was more like a need to poo. I went to the toilet but nothing happened, so I went back to bed, only to find myself in the toilet 15 minutes later again. I thought it was a bit weird and I knew the urge to poo was a labor symptom, but at that moment I didn't put two together. Back to bed, at approximately 3:30AM, I felt my first labor contraction. I knew it was not like the Braxton contractions I had been feeling on the last few days, but I didn't want to get too excited just in case. Ten minutes later I had another contraction, and my excitement was pretty high by then. Some more minutes later came the third contraction and I had barely any doubt: I was in labor!!!! I woke the hubby up and said the sentence I had been wanting to say the most for the past few days: Liam is coming!!!

Truth be told, I still wasn't 100% sure that was it, but I was pretty sure. I think J didn't really believe it either when I woke him up, but after a while and seeing how my contractions kept coming, we both knew. We hugged and I remember feeling ecstatic. I dreaded an induction, since it would have been a dead sentence to my idea of having a natural labor, so going into labor naturally was the best news ever.

We stayed in bed for a while, and eventually I went to get my fitness ball and put it in our bedroom next to our bed. As contractions kept getting stronger, I spent some minutes on bed, which was the most comfortable for being able to rest in between contractions, and on the ball, which was the most comfortable for the pain.

Around 7ish in the morning I decided it was time for breakfast, and I ate something while sitting on the ball, way better than sitting on a chair! I spent the rest of the morning either resting on bed or on the ball, until 11AM when I got hungry and ate a bowl of pasta. In one of the many books I read during pregnancy on natural childbirth, the author recommended eating pasta when labor started, because carbohydrates give fuel to the body for a long time, which is exactly what's needed for a natural childbirth, seeing how it can be as energy consuming as running a marathon. A while after lunch, I really felt like taking a bath, so I prepared the bathtub and enjoyed a while in the water. The hot water was SO good at reducing the pain of contractions. I went back to bed and managed a light sleep for a couple hours until 3PM, when the contractions didn't allow me to rest anymore. I ate something else, and back to the same: ball, bathtub, and walking on the hallway. Walking is such a pain reliever too!

At 6PM, I decided it was time to go to the hospital. You're supposed to have 3 contractions every 10 minutes for 1 or 2 hours before going to the hospital, and I had one every 5-6 minutes, but after 15 hours I thought it was about time. We left home at 6:30PM and arrived to the hospital at 7. I wasn't even sure whether I was 3cm dilated, which is the minimum you need to be so that they take you in at the hospital, otherwise they send you back home. We arrived to the hospital and J and I went in immediately, not knowing that was the last time I was gonna see my parents, who accompanied us to the hospital, until after giving birth. The hospital made me so nervous I started shaking. In that state, my body was obviously secreting adrenaline, and my contractions stopped completely. They checked my contractions and I just had two contractions in 20 minutes.

Then they got me checked for dilation with a pelvic exam. It was the first time ever I had a pelvic exam performed, since I always rejected them during pregnancy. It wasn't painful as I thought it would be. In fact I didn't feel anything. What I didn't like was both midwives performed a pelvic exam, which was obviously unnecessary. Having so many pelvic exams during my labor process was one of the worst things I remember from the whole thing.

It turns out I was 4cm dilated, so even though I barely had any contractions at that moment, they decided to keep me. I was relieved because even though I loved being home, once I decided to go to the hospital I just really didn't want to go back! It was time to remove the earrings and rings, in case I needed a C-section. Unfortunately, my hands were so swollen there was just no way to take out both my engagement and my wedding ring. We tried in every possible way, and it just couldn't be done. I obviously didn't want them to cut them, so I begged them to just leave them like that and cut them only if I really ended up needing a C-section. Luckily they agreed and I kept my rings, because I would have been really upset had they cut them, and seriously, do you think this is what a woman in labor should be thinking about?!

Once this was settled, I had to deal with having an intravenous line placed in my arm. One of the reasons I wanted a natural childbirth was that I HATE needles, and now I had to have that crazy big needle on my arm for the whole time OMG >.< I really didn't want one, but it was hospital routine and there was nothing to be done against it.

As soon as we arrived to the delivery rooms, I asked whether the pool room was available. I knew there was only one, so I had been worrying a bit about it being occupied. Well, bad news... it was! But on the other hand, the midwives told me that woman had been there since the morning, so she would probably be finishing anytime soon. I was placed in a regular delivery room, just with a bed and a ball, and I spent some hours there with the amazing help of my husband, who kept massaging my lower back, and a hot water bag that did wonders in helping me coping with pain as well. 

Around 10:30PM, they told me the pool room was now free and clean for me to go. Yay!! Before going, though, the midwife performed another pelvic exam. I specifically told her I didn't want one, but she said it was necessary to know how I was doing before going inside the pool. I was 6cm dilated. We went to the birthing pool room and the midwife helped me get into the pool immediately. In fact, I still didn't feel like going inside, but before I knew it I was already in. Contractions were way more bearable in the pool, and the room was absolutely gorgeous, I was delighted! I kept eating energy bars and drinking plenty of water and juice to keep up with the effort. The first thing I disliked about the room was the fact that they had lost the wireless fetal monitor to use in the tub and I had to get out of the pool every 45-60 minutes to check the baby's heart rate with the regular monitor. Seriously?!

Around midnight, I had another pelvic exam (sooo fed up with those already!!) and I was 7cm dilated. At that point I was SO sleepy, sleep was all I wanted to do. In fact, I fell asleep several times in between contractions in the pool. I think my relaxation was not how a 7cm dilated woman is supposed to feel, but I think my body was trying to give me just what I wanted: a break. Human body is so intelligent after all! But the hospital has a routine to follow, and it's not particularly a patient one, so a couple hours later, after another pelvic exam (aaaarrrrgggg!!), my midwife told me I was still 7cm and started talking about breaking my waters artificially, saying it would speed up labor. I told her no way, I wanted a natural birth and that was the absolute opposite. An hour later, there was another pelvic exam and pressure to break my waters once again. I was getting way too angry with that impatient midwife. It's impossible for a woman to give birth in these circumstances, stressed out and scared that someone will break her waters. Sometime between 4 and 5AM, Laura (the impatient midwife) told me breaking my waters was now or never, like an ultimatum. I should have said "never, and leave me alone". But somehow I finally gave in and got my membranes stripped. It was the saddest moment of my whole labor. Feeling how that warm water, my baby's world, came out of me because someone broke the bag, and then seeing the bed all wet and stained with blood, it was heart breaking. After this moment, my labor work stopped completely. It's what doctors call "Failure to Progress". And seriously, it's no wonder. With this scenario how could one's labor not stop? Women are supposed to give birth in a relaxed environment, free from fear, pressure, or stress. This conditions were obviously not met at the hospital.

Later on, I got another pelvic exam and the midwife told me I was going from bad to worse, and was now back to 6cm. I was really angry by then, she was the one who practically forced me to break my bag claiming that it would speed up labor, and all it did to me was stop my labor process completely. She told me that at this point she recommended getting Pitocin (synthetic oxytocin) to increase contractions and, of course, epidural anesthesia together with that. She said that was my best option if I didn't want the morning shift to bring me in for a C-section. After hearing this I got even angrier. I wouldn't have a C-section unless I wanted to, and if I really ended up needing one, the main reason would be the artificial water break she performed on me.

The hubby and I discussed the whole thing and around 7AM we left the pool room and went to a regular delivery room (the one I had been in when I first arrived), to proceed with Pitocin and epidural. Bye bye to my longed natural childbirth. I knew it was not my fault though, but rather the lack of a good environment at the hospital. I have no doubt at all I could have birthed this baby without drugs, that's how it has always been done after all, right?

Around 8AM everything was ready: intravenous synthetic oxytocin and epidural analgesia. I was left alone with the hubby for an hour and when they came to see how I was doing (hello, pelvic exam), I was just the same. Liam had fallen asleep with the epidural (I did, too!), and we hadn't moved forward at all. The midwife from the morning shift, Maria, who was really nice, told me to keep changing position every now and then, left side, right side... to see if Liam started moving downwards with my movement. They also increased the Pitocin. After a while my left side started hurting like nobody's business. It was the most painful moment of the whole labor process. Synthetic oxytocin makes really painful contractions, nothing like my natural contractions, it was just unbearable!!! They called the anesthesiologist to put more anesthesia, and the time it took for him to arrive and for the drug to take effect was like the worst thing ever.

After a while I started feeling better and dozed off for a couple hours. Then the midwives came in again and I got checked for the last time. I was fully dilated and Liam was practically out! I put my hand in my vagina and was able to touch his head, it was such a blissful moment. I was crying with absolute joy and excitement, I had just touched my son for the very first time!! We set everything for delivery: my legs were placed up in lithotomy, but I didn't have to be lying down, my back was up, as if I were sitting. I removed my clothes and stood completely naked for the arrival of my baby.

The epidural prevented me from feeling pain, but I was still able to feel the contractions, which saved me from having to rely on the midwives about when to push. I pushed about 4 or 5 times, and in 15 minutes, at 11:45AM on August 28th, my precious baby boy was born with no nuchal cord, with lovely skin, and crying loudly. 

I felt how his body slipped out of me, and he landed in a towel the midwife had prepared for that purpose. I immediately got him and placed him on my chest, skin to skin, not to be separated again. I had asked for them not to clamp the umbilical cord until it stopped pulsing, it's an important thing for the baby's wellbeing, and for the hubby to cut it when the moment was right. I got more Pitocin to help me deliver the placenta, and it came out pretty fast. Maria told me it was a gorgeous placenta :D thank you very much!

Liam latched on my breast immediately and definitely like a pro. He was weighed right next to me (3,350 grams), and J held him a moment. Those were the only seconds he was not with me. Apart from that, we were skin to skin for the whole time, in the delivery room where we stayed for an hour, and for several more hours up in the hospital room, until we finally decided to get him dressed at 5PM. They only took Liam away for 2 minutes for the pediatrician to see him. That was it. He was never separated from me again in the 24 hours we stayed in the hospital. The following morning at noon we were discharged and we went home.  

This is the birth story of my first son, Liam. It was not the natural labor I wanted, but all went well and I'm happy with the result. My son was able to come out of me through my vagina, with no episiotomy, forceps, vacuum and the kind. I just got a tiny tear that required three stitches. Liam was perfect when he was born, and he still is. My life has changed for so much better :)

My 9 months of pregnancy

Everything started on December 18th, 2013, when I found out I was pregnant. The previous night, J told me he thought I was, {the reason being my boobs were unusually big}, but I totally didn't think so. Still, he asked me to take a pregnancy test first thing next morning, and so I did... He had already left to work by the time I woke up, so I was all alone, and ready to take a test that I was sure was gonna be negative. I read the instructions and off I went to pee on the little stick. I will never forget my shock when I realised a second bar was starting to show up on the test. Two bars meant positive for pregnancy, I was quite sure, yet I had to go and look at the instructions all over again just to make sure that was actually happening! There was no doubt, WE WERE EXPECTING A CHILD!!! OMG, I started shaking and didn't really know what to do next, I just thought I had to tell the hubby ASAP, so I sent him a whatsapp saying something like: "Guess what! We're expecting a baby!!!". He immediately called me asking me what I meant. I mean, it was pretty obvious, but I think he just couldn't believe it either after all lol. So I told him in plain English: I AM PREGNANT! It was such a joyful moment, OMG, I'll never forget the happiness I felt in the hubby's voice. It was so early in the morning, and I was already sooo looking forward to J coming back home from work to kiss him, hug him, and celebrate together!!!

Our Hong Kong wedding reception took place on December 29th, 2013. My parents, uncles and brother had made it to Hong Kong for the occasion, and it was the perfect chance for me to share the good news with them face to face. I told them on the day they arrived, which was December 27th, during lunch. I was oh-so-nervous before spilling out the news! We had ordered our food and the drinks had arrived, so I thought that was the moment I was waiting for. I said I wanted to propose a toast, because I had some great news, "I am pregnant!!!" My auntie was the first one to react, going all crazy saying congratulations and kissing me all over, my mom was more in shock and I could see she was starting to cry, but after seeing my enthusiastic auntie, she too came over to congratulate me. My dad, my uncle and my brother were still in shock, all I heard from them was "What!?" and "OMG!" but eventually got to process the information as well :D Unfortunately J couldn't be there when I shared the news with them since he was working. We had told his parents a couple days before that.

With our Hong Kong wedding reception and my family wanting to visit the whole city on the days that followed, I ended up exhausted, and morning sickness kicked in real bad. It all started on new year's eve, when we went on a yacht to watch the new year's fireworks from Victoria Harbour, and I got sea sick and couldn't help but throwing up. After that, I felt miserable every single day. I threw up almost every morning, and sometimes even throughout the day. On the 2nd of January we went to Thailand with my family, and I really thought I wasn't gonna make it, I was feeling just SO BAD that morning. The truth though, is that in Thailand my queasiness eased up considerably, I guess due to the fact that we went to Phuket on a total chill out plan, which is what my baby needed I guess, rest and relax. Once back to Hong Kong, morning sickness started again. I got terribly sick from the bus ride from the airport to home and the first thing I did when we opened the door was rush to the toilet to puke. Not the best arrival to "home, sweet home", huh? 

On January 28th, 2014, we saw our baby for the first time. It was my 11 week ultrasound, and he was PERFECT. Both J and I were amazed at how well formed he was already, we could see his pointy nose, big forehead, lovely hands and feet... I started crying the moment the first ultrasound image came up on the screen. It was seriously the most touching moment of my life! I guess birth is gonna replace that, but up until now, this is number one!

At that point in my pregnancy I couldn't even smell Chinese food. I HATED it. For some reason I just craved western food, more specifically food from back home, and it was really bad whenever we went to J's home and I had to eat Chinese, I just couldn't take it. Plus, I started dreading garlic to the point where I couldn't even smell it. It was not a nice month for sure. Luckily for me, we were moving back to Barcelona on February 25th, and I could finally had all the food I had been craving! Somehow my morning sickness stopped from one day to another some days before leaving Hong Kong, when I was 14 weeks pregnant. It was such a relief! I never threw up again, and started feeling my energy replenished and finally feeling a bit like myself again.

When I was 18 weeks 1 day pregnant, I felt my baby move for the very first time. I was having lunch with my mom and it was SO CLEAR! It felt like gas bubbles, except that they were not, they were lovely kicks! My 20 week ultrasound was really exciting, I saw he was a boy as soon as he appeared on screen. It was really obvious to me! So I told the technician and she was amazed I saw it that fast, but yes I did! Everything was good, and I was already half way through my pregnancy, so I finally announced it on my blog! We went shopping for clothes RIGHT AWAY. I had been so looking forward to knowing the gender of my baby and getting to splurge on baby clothes, yay! 

The second trimester was great, but the third has been even better. Liam has been a very active baby, and this is the main reason I loved this last trimester so much. I could feel him moving every single day, specially before bed time, and I LOVED it! Still nowadays he just won't stop moving, even though they say babies move less at the end of the pregnancy because they don't have so much room! I swear he could win the "active baby award".

I'm currently 41 weeks pregnant and so looking forward for him to come out. I'm one week overdue already... The hospital protocol is to induce labor at 41weeks 6 days, which would be next Saturday for me, but I so not want to be induced. You may not know this but I'm hoping to have a natural birth, maybe a water birth depending on how I feel at the moment, but definitely staying away from a medicalized birth. If they induce labor, you can basically say bye to a med-free labor... Because the natural state has been altered by artificial drugs, it is almost impossible to give birth the way nature intended. I don't know if this makes any sense to you but anyway, all I'm trying to say is I hope Liam will be here before next Saturday, or else I'll wait as much as I can. Hurry up baby boy, mommy and daddy can't wait to see you! I'll be announcing Liam's birth on Instagram as soon as he gets here, so make sure to follow if you want to stay in the know :)

My baby shower

I'm so super thrilled to share the amazing baby shower I hosted a couple weeks ago at home! I organized the whole thing {with the help of my supporting husband} and threw a party for my girlfriends I shall never forget! I set up a dessert table for a tea party, and decorated the living room accordingly {mostly in blue but also with hints of yellow}, and was so delighted with the result! I decorated the walls and mirror with a blue pram garland, put a couple balloons, and then... the masterpiece, the table! I used a blue tablecloth made of paper but which imitates fabric, it didn't look like paper at all! Then I threw some white confetti all over the table, and started setting up the food, which was all made by myself! Vanilla cupcakes, lemon tarts, brownies, oats cookies and berries smoothies. 

The centerpiece was the cake, can you recognise it??? It's our wedding cake!!! OMG, now it's when you think I'm totally nuts, but I was so deeply in love with our cake {mainly because I designed it myself from scratch and turned out wonderful}, that I decided to keep it after the wedding, which resulted in me keeping the cake in my room for... 9 months! xD Oh well, I said it, and now you can think whatever you want! Of course one of the layers was missing, it was the only eadible one, which we ate for breakfast on the morning after our wedding! The other three layers are made out of pure sugar, so you can't really eat them! And those are the ones I successfully kept in my room without any particular purpose, just because it was a too beautiful and meaningful a cake to throw it away! Well, as it turns out, my baby shower arrived, and I had this great idea of finally giving a use to the cake! You may remember it had light pink details, so what I did was painting those in blue {ok, my hubby did, he is such a handyman at home, I figured painting a cake wouldn't be much of a challenge for him, and I was right!}. The result was absolutely stunning. The dessert table would have never been the same without it. And, yes, you guessed it right, once again I just couldn't throw the cake away, so it's now in Liam's nursery and I have no idea how long I'll keep it there for...! 

On both sides of the cake I put a cake stand with 6 cupcakes on each. I was originally planning on doing carrot cupcakes but they require a bit more time than other more simple cupcakes, so with everything I had to do, I finally decided on easier vanilla cupcakes, with blue coloring for the icing. On top of each cupcake I put GORGEOUS personalized stickers with the message "LOVE, the Lau Vives family". These stickers are from one of the cutest stationery shops ever: Tiny Prints. Let me tell you more about this. About a month ago, I received an email from them, saying they'd love a collaboration with my blog, and asking me whether I had any special event coming up, seeing how their main business is event cards. And, of course I had something special coming up! Nothing less than my baby shower!!! I couldn't believe my luck. As soon as I looked more into Tiny Prints' website, I realized just how cute everything they have is, and how blessed I was to be given this amazing opportunity of working something out with them for my baby shower. We exchanged several emails and finally decided I would be getting baby shower invitations, the stickers I just talked about above, and baby shower game cards, everything personalized, of course! I chose which designs I wanted for each of the sets, and personalized the whole thing with their super easy to follow online application, which allows you to change text, colors, and much more, until the point where your card is totally unique! These are the gorgeous invites I came up with...

And these are the baby shower game cards I got...

And a close-up of the stickers, which I also used on the envelope I sent the invites with. I still have lots of these left, which is a good thing, since they can be used for whatever!

If you ever have an event coming up and want flawless invitations, announcement cards, etc., Tiny Prints is really one of the best choices out there. Their price is very reasonable for such good quality and lovely designs, and they do ship worldwide. All my friends congratulated me on the pretty invites, I myself actually liked them even more than my wedding invites, can you believe it? The stickers were a success as well, they really made a difference both on the envelopes and on the baby shower itself. The game cards were lovely as well and it was so nice to have all my friends fill them out with good wishes for my baby! Too bad I was too excited to remember to take any pictures!

We also played a very fun game, guessing how big my belly was! I gave each of the girls a blue tape about a metre and half long, and asked them to cut it so that it would fit my waist perfectly. Well, it turns out my belly may be quite small after all, because all of them cut the tape bigger than my belly was!!! The winner was my friend Carla, who almost nailed it, and is who had the shortest tape among them all :)

I got {or should I say Liam got} loooots of presents, I loved every single one of them! I even got presents sent over from the UK from Soraya who couldn't make it to the baby shower, and from Marta who couldn't make it either. It was such a lovely party, I enjoyed myself so very much! 

Thank you girls, I can't wait for our next party, how about for Liam's 100th-day celebration? The one-year mark seems way too far away :p

Modeling for Oysho Maternity

Listen up, ladies! Oysho has finally launched a Maternity line, including some nighties and underwear, perfect for pregnancy and nursing! Best news of this, though, is... I'm the model of this new line! We took the pictures a couple weeks ago, when I was 6 and a half months pregnant. For those of you who don't know the brand, Oysho is part of the Inditex group (the ZARA group), and specialises in pajamas, underwear and beachwear. It is one of my all-time favorite brands for both pajamas and beachwear. The nice swimsuit I was wearing here is from Oysho, and even though it's not specifically designed for pregnant women, it's so elastic it fits wonderfully.

Oysho Maternity is a very small collection really, but it's a great start! Hopefully by the time I'm pregnant with my second this will be a huge line :D There's two underwear sets, three nightgowns and a robe. I got to keep the grey underwear set and the nightgown of the same set, I love them! Both the nursing bra and the night gown come with easy-to-open cups for breastfeeding, and they are super comfy!

You can check the whole collection on Oysho's website.

Pink or blue?

At 6 months pregnant, it's about time to reveal if I'm carrying a baby girl or a baby boy... 

And... it's a boy!!!

We're elated at the thought of our son joining our family in just 3 months, it's a dream come true!

Our little baby boy's name will be Liam. While we liked several names for a girl, we had a hard time coming up with one both of us liked for a boy! We finally decided upon Liam, and we love it!

We took the pictures this last Sunday, and though it was a bit windy, I think they came out pretty nice! Hope you liked our gender reveal announcement! I know I kept you guys waiting for a long time :)

Life in Barcelona

J and I moved to Barcelona on February the 25th, when I was 15 weeks pregnant. The queasiness from the first trimester had just stopped less than a week ago, and I was finally back on top ready for the new challenges that were awaiting for us in Barcelona. 

I haven't had much cravings during my pregnancy so far (besides Greek yogurt, the only thing I ever made J run to the supermarket for in the middle of the night), but the one thing I really really missed during those first three months in Hong Kong was my mom's food. I got sick of Chinese food and couldn't stand it anymore, I spent my days daydreaming of the food from my childhood, and all I could do was cook whatever I knew how to, but it was still not enough to stop me from craving my mom's cuisine. So you can imagine how happy I was when we finally moved back and I got to eat all I really loved. In only one week I gained a kilo, the same I had gained during the previous three months in Hong Kong. 

Once we arrived to Barcelona, we started working right away. For those of you who don't know, we joined my family's business, in the shoe industry. New opportunities came in for my parents' company and they asked us to move back and join the business. We had much to learn before going to the biggest shoe fair in Europe, in Milan, which took place in early March. I'd say we catched up pretty fast, and everything has been really smooth working for my parents. Almost a month ago, J and I found our new apartment, right next to our office, in Passeig de Gràcia. We haven't moved in yet since we're still furnishing it, but I'd say we're ready to move in as soon as they deliver our bed later this week. I'm looking forward to share some pics after it's fully decorated! That's all for my life update so far, more to come soon xx