It is what it is. I’ll do the shoot when B wakes up from her nap and my Mum looks after her for an hour or so.
Tiago’s parents’ house is a lot of stone and rock, so I didn’t feel like we had a safe place to play. Plus we didn’t take many books and toys.
I also don’t get on well with their kitchen and I missed having a routine with washing clothes etc. Simple stuff that shows I’m getting older.
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?
I guess I also knew that today was a day for getting work done for me. Yesterday I let myself have an easy day – I also did a lot of what I needed to do before we came back.
I took B to the park yesterday to kick her ball around, but she just wanted to play with the pushchair. We were in the shade the whole time.
At this point you can start to feel things, and apparently if you’ve had a baby before you might feel it earlier. I think because I was sat so still and not doing much I noticed it more.
I tried to film it this morning and she just headbutted my phone instead. Hopefully she’ll stop doing it soon.
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.
At first we tried outside but I felt awkward and a lot of people were smoking. It was much better once we went inside and had seats too.
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.
She’s changed from the young girl who was scared of all the people on our first flight 3 weeks ago.
Ain’t that the truth?
Sometimes I do not know if she is waving or dancing at me. Maybe she thinks waving is dancing? Who knows? (Just B who can’t communicate what she thinks yet.)
There was a slightly older toddler two rows behind us who was also struggling to sleep and making a lot of noise, so that also didn’t help.
I thought that not many flights would land at 11:30pm, but apparently they do. It was a queue full of overtired kids, and stressed out parents.
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.
We were planning to go to our car (though the taxi was the same price as a taxi to theirs), so we spent the night with them instead which was nice as we hadn’t seen them in a long time.
Another hurrah for not having to quarantine.
The last time they saw each other they had been so young that they hadn’t really noticed each other existed. It was fun to see them together.
If we’d known my sister could have brought a booster seat, but oh well. The one we went to in the end had about 4?
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.
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