I think my alarm had gone off but I was so disorientated that I went back to sleep and then woke up 40 minutes later and went ‘whoops’. The alarm clock in our room has weirdly disappeared while we were on holiday, but every one says they have not touched it. Weird.
The way her lip curls (I think that’s the right term?) and she looks at me. I only say no if she is doing something dangerous, so I do not feel too bad about it. She does not give T the same look though…
I decided to not wear one when I saw no one else was, but then I spent the whole class feeling uncomfortable. With this one, someone else walked in wearing one, but then took it off. I felt awkard being the only person wearing one – in case people thought I was ill or something. Oh well.
She is just doing a lot of observing, so one day she might just start to do more things, and get more involved. We just need to wait and see.
20 weeks pregnant with B comparison:
It seemed quite pushed out from an early stage this time, but I didn’t document it as it was not so interesting to me this time.
My next post will talk about my 20 week scan for baby X. It was definitely a lot easier this time round, though I was sent out to go to the toilet (weirdly I wrote holiday) to see if it would help do the last few checks.
He had given her milk and pointed to a glass and said ‘this is what is left of B’s vitamin water’ (we mix her vitamins in with her water as it seems easier than giving it on a spoon, though she likes it so she probably would take it from the spoon now). I was confused and said ‘it looks a bit clear’, but he mentioned about her paracetamol sometimes being clear and sometimes being pink. Her vitamins are a very strong pink.
After a few seconds it clicked and I could not stop laughing. I tried the water to make T feel a bit better. It couldn’t have been so bad as B had drank most of the cup.
When I lived in London I’d never sit in the priority chairs so it felt weird, apart from getting the train to and from Brum. I love the single seats that face out, and I managed to get one of them both ways, so I didn’t have to sit next to someone without a mask.
I was disappointed how many people weren’t wearing masks on public transport in London.
Especially those who have an older kid as they will hopefully feel more comfortable going out. I’m not being picky though, I’d just like more weekday friends.
19 weeks pregnant with B comparison:
I had forgot about describing kicks as popcorn popping. It just felt more ticklish this time and then quickly moved onto stronger movements.
My dreams have been intense lately (mid-October), but I don’t like when I have them as they tire me out.
I had a phase of being quite into vinegary crisps this time, but it passed. I have been enjoying beetroot and pickled red cabbage lately though (in a wrap with other things), and I did have a lot of vinegar on my chips at dinner today. But I was a fan of vinegar before being pregnant – I just usually don’t choose salt and vinegar crisps over other flavours though. Exciting stuff.
I have been making banana bread a lot lately and I put a lot of yoghurt on that, so I guess that’s my calcium sorted.
I did not want the suitcases hanging around for ages, so I washed what needed to be washed and put most of it away. Tiago just needs to sort out his mountain of clothes. The floor is covered in B’s toys, but there is no point tidying as she will be messing with them again in a bit. It’s good to see Nan too – though B was a bit weird with her for a day as I think she could not really remember her?
T’s parents live so close to the airport that it’s great. We can leave fairly late and still have plenty of time. We ate our lunch in the airport while giving B some snacks as she hadn’t eaten much since it was quite early for her. The flight was about 35 minutes I think.
It was less than 2 hours until the flight and T went to ask if it had started. They said yes, then updated the board. We were going to wait until the queue had got smaller, but we also didn’t want to miss our flight.
We moved to a different queue (after following others who had been in our queue), but it turned out to be for a different flight so they made us wait.
They’d used a company for tests to fly out with and it’d been fine. The staff told them they did not accept results from that company anymore… I felt so bad for them. It was late in the day and there is only one direct flight to London a week from the Azores (which was the flight we were all queuing for). I hope they got home okay in the end.
Some people had not needed to check-in, so some people got to the boarding gates without showing test results and were not allowed to board as they had not done tests. There were a lot of empty seats by us on the plane and we had 3 seats to ourselves which was good.
It was not as bad as it could have been, but we should have probably got off at the first stop and got a taxi from there as it cost the same as from the fifth stop but whatever. It was too late by the time we realised as our luggage had been put in sections and we were at the back of the coach.
Her cousin was loving it, but B was crying her head off and we were getting stressed. My sister suggested going out to get her something (as the restaurant didn’t have much toddler friendly food). The kids loved the spinch and feta parcels I got.
The first night we all woke up at 7:45 after I realised what time it was and got us up. Yesterday I kept pressing snooze but we got up around 7:30. Today I heard B at 6:15, but she fell asleep again and then was crying at 6:45 so we got up then.
I was sick at about 7. Fun times. Need to get her up now…
19 weeks pregnant with B comparison:
This time I didn’t need a prescription, and asked for a maternity exemption certificate later (23 weeks?). No one really tells you how this stuff works or generally asks you if you want things, so you just have to find out for yourself or hope that someone tells you stuff. I get it though – the NHS are under resourced, underfunded, overworked etc etc.
With a subsequent pregnancy you have less appointments so you just have to get on with it and pay attention to your body more I guess. I can feel the baby kicking (or braxton kicks?) as I write this. It definitely helps when you start to feel things as you can monitor things for yourself a bit better.
Tiago celebrated his 2 years of citizenship the other day (I’m writing this mid-October). We applied for B’s citizenship on holiday and I think it has gone through as now we can apply for a citizenship card for her. Hurrah.
I’m still pissed off about Brexit and will forever be, but we are lucky as hopefully one day our little family will all be EU citizens. With the kids it is easy, but with me it is more of a faff.
I am still grateful that we didn’t get stuck in zone 5 of London. We might have tried for kids sooner though…
When I wrote the hashtags I had no idea we would end up living in Birmingham within a year. Weird.
Last night she went to bed at 8pm after having dinner at 6.30pm and she woke up when we woke her up at 7am, so that was good. The other nights she had been going to bed 2/3 hours past her bedtime, so it’s good to know she can do it without staying up late late. We’ll have to see if this routine works in the UK.
I should have tried it on before packing it… It was even awkward taking it off yesterday, but I guess I will have to try to get it on again to take a photo to accompany this post. (Spoiler: I managed it.)
We were stressed about what she would wear, but in the end we put her in an all in one suit that went with the blue of our outfits. If you can’t wear unicorns and sunflowers to a wedding when you’re one, when can you?
I thought I should maybe work on my appearance a bit as I always look so rough. I just wore mascara on my upper eyelashes (the bottom are a faff), and lipstick (I do not remember the last time I wore lipstick but it was nice). The lipstick probably wore off under my mask before anyone would have noticed it, but oh well.
For some reason we thought we wouldn’t need masks for the wedding and reception, which was dumb of us. We had to go back to our car to get one. We wore one when inside the church, when walking in, out and around the reception etc.
We had had to wake her up early from her nap to get to the wedding on time, so she would have needed a super early bedtime. She stayed up 3 hours past her wake window… We changed her nappy and put her in her bedtime clothes before we left, so she fell asleep in the car and we moved her to the cot. Again, we forgot her toothbrush…
I had expected B to wake up earlier (our alarm went off and it might have woken her up), and T’s Mum came in a minute after hearing her. I changed B’s nappy, then his Mum took over so we went back to sleep. That was a nice surprise. That was probably the longest sleep I’ve had since she was born.
T had dropped me home from something then went back out. I think he might have woken her up, and then she just would not sleep. We gave her paracetamol, we left the room in case it was us, but in the end we put her in her sleeping bag (it has been quite hot until lately) and she went to sleep, so we have been dressing her up warmer at night recently.
I haven’t had a nap during the day for the last few days, which doesn’t help. They’re all his friends and my brain stops trying to translate after a while, so it makes sense for him to go back and not have to worry about me/upsetting his friends by leaving early.
We now have to be at the airport for mid-day rather than 6am, so that makes a big difference. Annoyingly our car is by Heathrow and not Stansted (we flew out of Stansted but left our car by Heathrow as we were due to return there).
Tiago went to the airport to see if we’d still be able to get a refund. The guy couldn’t do it, but said if they said they would then they would. We went ahead and booked our flights as we didn’t want the prices to go up.
Tiago emailed on Friday morning, and they emailed back on Saturday early afternoon saying we’d get a refund so we went to the wedding happy about that.
T suggested that I go on Friday instead of Saturday so that I am less tired on the Saturday. I am not sure how much photography I will be able to see as my stamina for everything is low these days, but I’m looking forward to it. I haven’t been to London since November 2019, so it will be nice to see multiple friends at once and eat some of the food that I’ve been missing.
I’m definitely going to my favourite pizza place… (Spoiler: I didn’t go to my favourite pizza place.)
18 weeks pregnant with B comparison:
This time I announced my pregnancy earlier so I did not have to worry about showing too much in the dance videos. I’m currently 25 weeks pregnant and no one has left a comment about me being pregnant yet, but then again no one really watches them anyways.
As I announced it earlier I didn’t really get to mess around with telling people much. The closest this time was seeing a friend with an older kid and a baby, and she said ‘don’t have a second one’ and I said ‘well I’m pregnant’.
I have had to do a salt water gargle a couple of times this pregnancy and I have tried to be careful.
I definitely don’t have the time or energy to watch TV so early or late.
We saw the flags and were pretty gutted. Tiago went to talk to the lifeguards to see if it was safe enough to swim/take B in. There was a set of stairs that was safe to use, but we had to be careful as waves would wash over the wall and made it a bit dangerous.
B was quite happy splashing in a little puddle on the rocks by the sea, but then after she’d had a bit of a splash in the sea she was annoyed again. She was getting quite jealous of me swimming in the sea. Better to be safe than sorry…
Today Tiago is out all day running errands, and I’m not sure how to entertain her all day. It’s times like these that I wish I could drive… Public transport around here is not easy to use/it takes forever.
People just eat later here. Yesterday I had a small dinner when B had hers (at 6ish) and then I had a second dinner at a friend’s house.
She can have a good snack when she wakes up from her second nap if she’s having a later dinner. We haven’t given her any yoghurt since we’ve been here (which we usually give her as a snack before bedtime in hope that she will sleep later).
Usually I keep a look out for them, but I was just swimming by myself and felt an electric shock in my arm. I told a friend (in bad Portuguese) and she said maybe it was muscle pain, but I didn’t think so.
Tiago was with a friend who was talking to a lifeguard, so he put some gel on it, and then a bit later the area where I got stung raised up a bit. It wouldn’t hurt and then suddenly it would. Weird. I had looked in the water but saw nothing.
I was trying to get out via a ladder, but lots of people kept jumping in so the water rose too high and I gulped some. I felt sick, but hoped the feeling would pass. I kept stopping in case I was sick, but thought I could get back to my towel and be okay. Tiago was with me as someone was watching B while we had a quick swim together. Suddenly I felt sick again, so put my hand to my mouth and some sadly sprayed out of the side of it. I felt embarrassed – especially with Covid and everything. Awkward. Tiago went back with water to clean it, but all evidence had already gone.
We have two flights by two different operators, but we bought them through one operator. The first flight is at 8am, then the second has been moved from 3pm to 8pm. Good job Tiago drove us to London as I was worried enough about catching a train with the 3pm flight (it’s a 3 hour flight). The airline we booked through don’t care, and say we can just have a refund – which isn’t great when you book months in advance for cheaper prices. The airline who delayed their flight have a first flight that is at 1pm, so that would save us waiting around so much at least but we’ll see what they say. It’s going to be a long day with a 14 month old and my pregnant belly, plus poor Tiago then has to drive us home.
The first time we went it was early in the morning and very foggy, so we were the only ones there. The second time it was quite a bit busier. There are a lot of Muscovy ducks, some Appleyards, and some I don’t know. (My parents had ducks when I was younger.)
We’ve been to a couple of swimming spots lately that I hadn’t been to before, as they’re closer and more kid friendly. I looked for a soft play or kid’s centre, but they don’t seem to have any around. Shame. Covid cases are quite low here. (I just checked and there are currently 14 people with confirmed Covid.)
The guy had just set it all down, B went to go for my water and knocked the coffee over. I went to grab it, but realised I was too late so backed away and stood up. Luckily it just caught the end of my dress, as I didn’t want a burned belly!
It’s nice that things are so kid friendly here. B had woken up early from her second nap (I think) so she had a very early bedtime, otherwise we could have brought her for a bit.
Tiago generally brings me home, then goes back out. He brought me home around 10.30pm and then got back at 2am. It’s good for him to see his friends, but I don’t know how he can stay out so late and then be fine in the morning.
I feel motivated to try to find the time and energy to study more again – I’ve been a bit ‘lazy’ with all the pregnancies and mothering. We need to watch more kids stuff in Portuguese perhaps; I’ve been enjoying watching Bluey in Portuguese.
It is going to be a shock going home to quarantine for 10 days after being out so much. I need to make an effort to do more with B when we return, especially after I get my second jab.
17 weeks pregnant with B comparison:
This time no one mentioned to me about getting the whooping cough, so I will be getting it at around 27 weeks. No one will be saying that I don’t look pregnant enough for it this time…
It’s funning reading about ‘sleeping in late’. Now I’m like what is that? I should have relaxed more when I was pregnant with B. I used to waste so much time. Now I don’t have as much time to faff…
Definitely still anxious this time around.
I feel less excited about birth this time around, even though I would say I had a good experience with B. I am mentally trying to prepare myself though and am starting to read about things again. I am excited to meet her though…
Good to know that it’s been annoying getting an appointment for my 20 week scans both times.
I wasn’t into lentils and chickpeas at the start of this pregnancy either. B has baked beans on toast a lot and they were grossing me out, but I have started to have them for lunch lately (mid-October).
I didn’t wear this cardigan after having B, but it might be more appropriate with having a winter baby this time (B was a summer baby).
We really didn’t rush to buy anything for B, and thought we didn’t need much, but after she was born we bought LOADS.
It’s weird that in the end not many people saw me heavily pregnant with B.
Yet to do a shoot, but I know it will have a very different look. Maybe these posts will be more like holiday photos? I imagine there being a picture from later today of me standing with a slight bump in front of some water…
(Tiago did take some photos of me on my phone, but they were only cute family album photos, not project pictures – so instead I took some of me sat on the bed in my swimming costume instead.)
It was better to be early than late to the airport. I was worried the car would breakdown or there would be massive traffic jams or anything might delay us.
We took lots of snacks and bought a few more things. Being early allowed us to weigh our bags and reshuffle stuff. Our suitcases were both over. Annoyingly our first flight had limits of 20kg per bag, and the second flight had 23kg limits. Our backpacks were just super heavy for the first flight…
I was worried about B’s meals but she was quite happy snacking on picnic type food (B and I both loved some mozzarella and tomato pastries we got).
It’s obviously very different to the one we have. It was pushed against our bed and B kept climbing out of it to come onto our bed. I was trying to go to bed at the same time as her, while T was getting ready to go to a stag do.
Turned out the quarantining and day 6 test had recently been dropped. Win.
I was knackered as I had not napped at all, and then B was just stood up shaking the cot.
We knew she was tired as it had been a long day for her. It was our first co-sleeping session as normally we try to get her to sleep, but she won’t. She normally just moves all over the place, but she was still in her sleeping bag and the room was pitch black which probably helped.
I’m sure she’d seen a cow before, but this was her first time really being aware of them. The playground is nice and wasn’t here last time we visited. The cats live in a house looking onto the playground and like to hang around, so it’s a nice little visit.
I know she has been teething in those areas for a long time. She wanted to teethe on my finger and I noticed one, then a few hours later I noticed another one. That also might be why she got upset on the plane…
We were both so tired. Travelling was knackering and with a toddler you can not switch off. I felt stressed as we were stuck at home, but we do not have many toys for B here and I feel like that there is not a safe spot to play with her as all the floors are super hard and there are steps and things. Hard life.
I’m not expecting everyone to look after B all the time, but it’s what we need. It’s rare that T and I both leave the house without B.
We went to the closest spot and we had not been there before. It was nice, though quite shallow and I worried about banging my toes on rocks. A friend cut his toe… I need to get some swimming socks or shoes.
It felt good though.
We also saw our friend’s sister and husband. They have a baby too, but she was at home being looked after by her grandparents while she slept too. We agreed the swimming spot wasn’t very kid friendly.
We got there at 8:30ish which is already late for me. It was nice to chat though, but swimming makes me hungry and I was… hungry.
I knew we’d regret going to bed late and B was up at 5:30. Luckily Tiago let me go back to sleep once B started to eat breakfast, and Tiago’s Mum took over from him after a while so he could work.
It’s so nice having the extra help as it means now I am working while B naps instead of being so tired that I need to nap. Obviously I don’t expect this to happen everyday, but I need to recharge my batteries and get some small things done.
Yesterday at the swimming spot Tiago looked after B while I swam with a friend. Then we got out and the friend said she could have B while Tiago joined me for a swim. She was quite happy playing with everyone else, and it was nice this morning seeing her playing with her grandparents. She is a little less needy of Tiago which is nice for him.
Ish. I’ll never completely relax, but I’m getting better. Yesterday she had some omelette at the swimming spot, then we gave her some fruit and milk when we got home. That seemed okay.
I’m used to other people watching her for an hour or so at my Nan’s house, but not elsewhere. It’s good for her though and it’s good for us.
16 weeks pregnant with B comparison:
My hashtags used to be short…
With my latest pregnancy I got the smaller part of the pillow out around 11 weeks (see this post), and I started to use the rest of it around 24 weeks. I didn’t know where it was, but I also didn’t want it taking up the whole bed but the bed we sleep in now is bigger, so it’s less overwhelming using it.
I have had less hip pain this time, but I think it’s due to stretching early on in the morning and evening.
I had my 16 week appointment a bit earlier this time due to our trip.
I think I have not really thought that I’ve wet myself so much this time, which is nice. But geez the body does a lot of clearing out…
Reading these hashtags make me feel weird that there is a small human inside of me. I still look at B most days and think ‘whoa, I grew her’ and can not believe that I am a mother.
I feel similar this time about wearing tight fitting tops, but then again I do not really go out much apart from for walks and B’s toddler classes.
I haven’t taken any naked pictures of myself yet naked this time (currently 25 weeks pregnant), but I feel like I should soon as there’s not much time left really and it’s a nice record for myself.