I have an hour and a half left of work before I go on holidays! Virgo mans sister is getting married in the UK on Saturday, then we head to Spain for a week, where his parents have retired. I can’t wait to get away from work and just lie around in the sun for a couple of weeks. I discovered I still fit into a favourite cocktail dress so I didn’t even have to buy a new dress (thank god for babydoll style dresses).
The long haul flights will be interesting – Australia to Europe is a long time on a plane. Doing it while 23 weeks pregnant will make it interesting…I’ve invested in some very attractive compression stockings to wear as per my midwifes instructions, and I’m sure I’ll be getting up every hour or so to pee anyway.
I’m also meeting his family for the first time in person – I think he is more worried than I am. What’s not to love about me?! Aside from getting knocked up to him, which I’m still blaming him for anyway. They seem lovely over skype, and once the wedding is over they will all relax. They sound like big drinkers, so I’m a little glad I’ll have to be sober this trip – I’m a two pot screamer at the best of times. Sober at a wedding…lots of new experiences for me lately!
In other news, I found out I’m having a boy. A soccer player by the feel of it, he started kicking like a champion last week. So far it’s still adorable…he hasn’t gotten me in the bladder, or other vital structure yet.