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 such a relief to get the results earlier than expected. We packed a lot the night before, but needed to pack the things that B would be using until she woke up/until we would leave.
I liked packing lists before, but they’re more useful now than ever.
She pointed at it whilst it flapped and it would have been a massive massive moth…
Why did it have to happen that day of all days?
Poor B was freaked out as we were freaked out, and at one point it sat directly above her while she ate her breakfast. No poop luckily…
We had to drive to London, then parked our car at a friend’s house, then got a taxi to the airport as it was less faff than catching 3 trains/tubes and cost the same amount anyways.
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).
I thought she probably wouldn’t nap at all, so was happy she went off to sleep after some singing and massage.
I think I read so much stuff about annoyed people on planes with kids that I was a bit scared. B was so well behaved though.
Me awkwardly talking to her (in English and bad Portuguese) while he went to the loo and could hear her crying.
She would get annoyed at T for talking to other people and ignoring her at times.
I’m not sure if the airline staff are overly nice if they see you with a young kid as they know you must be stressed or what, but I’ll take it.
I love when we get to the airport and he recognises the staff, or you see other people greeting people they know.
There was a baby behind us on the second plane and they were interacting. We actually saw that family the next day in the supermarket.
I was worried about how B would react to her grandparents as I knew they would be keen to hold her, and she was fine. Phew.
So we left home at 7.30am, and then got to his parent’s house at 10pm UK time. It was a long day.
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.
Phew. In the night I thought she had fallen out though, which stressed me out.
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.
The field used to just be harvested for the grass I think. The cows belong to the father of a friend of Tiago, so we had a nice chat with him as he was there.
We caught them at the right time as they’ve since moved onto another field as they’ve eaten everything.
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.
The cot has been explained. The car seat that we got lent was for an older kid, but our friend sorted us out. The car has some problems that need fixing so we can’t drive it until then.
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 took her to the beach at 8am, before we realised the car problems and she walked/crawled into the sea. She loved it.
We brought a paddling pool with us in case of quarantine and she loves splashing in that too.
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.
I never swam while pregnant with B. I wanted tom but life and Covid…
Our friend had planned to pick us up to take us, but then our other friends decided to join too.
It was a more kid friendly spot.
She was just there splashing like a dog doing doggy paddle from the moment she went in until the moment we got her out. We try not to take her in for too long. 15 minutes?
We were getting hungry and thinking of going straight for food, but I was getting wary of B’s bedtime approaching. It made sense to take her home first.
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.
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