You might think I'm crazy, but one of the first trips I wanted to plan when I heard I was expecting was Otis’ first visit to Disneyland Paris. He probably won't remember much of it during his first two years, but you can't make his mother any happier. Since Sammy's birth, Marly and I have been going to this magical place on earth every year, and since last year, Sam hasn't talked about anything else: “When are we going to the Disney garden?” Our next trip is planned for May, and then we'll suddenly have three kids. Until then, I can happily satisfy my hunger with this delicious Mickey outfit from Sproet & Sprout.

I still remember Marly and I walking around with big bellies, and I said: “When your little one arrives, Otis will already be four months old, how bizarre!” And now it's almost that time... So it was high time for a cozy baby shower full of gifts and good food. Mike and I made a whole operation out of surprising Marly as much as possible. So last Sunday, she walked through the entrance of Ikea, where I was suddenly waiting for her. Even then, it took her a moment to realize I was there to kidnap her (“Hey Caar, are you by any chance going to Ikea too?”). After an incredibly delicious dim sum adventure at Ron Gastrobar Oriental and a table full of beautiful gifts, I dare to say out loud that we are now really ready for the arrival of princess number two.

“Well, just come by next week for the weigh-in drop-in hour, if Otis hasn't gained weight by then, we'll have to look further...” With a lump in my throat, I call Jon to inform him that Otis hasn't gained enough weight. “What complete nonsense! That boy looks perfectly healthy and is constantly smiling!” He's absolutely right, and when I see our sweet little man, I don't worry for a second, but such an institution must know what they're talking about. So I completely changed my entire diet plan, sleepless nights, a constant hunger pang from the extra breastfeeding, only to hear yesterday that he's actually at a good weight and is right on track... Ah, totally great, all that stress for nothing. All those check-ups are really nice, but from now on, I'm going to rely a bit more on our own parental instinct.

Now I really can't complain, and I can fit into half of my wardrobe, but the urge to do something sporty again grew day by day, so from now on, ‘Otis at grandma's day’ is for me ‘work that ass off day’. With lead in my sneakers, I dragged myself to my first Rocycle spinning class in ten months. But miraculously, I managed to keep up the whole class and felt so good afterward! I immediately bought a ride card (read: no subscription that ties you down) and I plan to let that endorphin rush through my body twice a week. My oh my, will I ever belong to those fit moms? To be continued...

With all those lovely milk bottles (my right shoulder always smells like breast milk) and hauling from here to there, my look of the day has suffered a bit. Now my sweatpants are absolutely presentable outside, but with all those beautiful outfits in the closet, it's a shame not to show them once in a while. So from now on, I've declared Wednesday as ‘fashion Wednesday’. And that's a bigger task than you think. Early in the morning, first dressing that little one, quickly showering, and in one minute, still half wet from the shower because I hear the little one crying, quickly putting on something fashionable. But I managed quite well, if I say so myself. You can see the result on my Instagram. Which young fashionable moms will join me from now on?