Mum and Dad arrive in London
What a crazy day. I was a little nervous wreck without thinking I would be! I was cleaning and baking cheese scones and setting up the lounge as their bedroom and a little jumpy. Pete was laughing at me and telling me off saying I would be upsetting Flicka. Then the wait at the airport was shocking, on our way to the airport on the tube their plane was early, then at the airport it was delayed. I was a teeny weeny bit emotional just waiting, bouncing up and down on my feet like a nutter. Such a funny girl I am. But while we were waiting we did see ‘Big’ from Sex in the City walk through, classic!
Finally, we see them walk through and I burst into a little emotional tear session, thankfully it didn’t last. It was great to see them!! But the first comment Mum makes about my belly .. ‘you look fat not pregnant’ .. what the!?! I have to say I was a bit thrown back by that and Pete was a bit peeved she said that about his baby’s mumma! But I was wearing a jacket that covered most of my shape so I may have looked fat?? and my Mum was pretty tired.
We did have a good avo with them, took them home and fed them, let them shower then went into central London and walked them from Big Ben down to St Pauls, stopped in a cute old pub on Fleet St then back to our local for a typical average pub dinner. Then it was crash time for all of us, I felt like I had just flown halfway around the world too. But it was a great feeling going to sleep knowing they were just through the wall, not the other side of the world.
Oh, we got to show them our ultrasound photos from the other day and dad was sure we are having a boy and started calling my belly Georgie (our wonderful pooch back home is Jawdge, so that was really special!)
