Stuck in a Cold, Intermittently Snowy Rut

I know, I know. I restarted my blog with a single post in December, then vanished off the face of the earth.

We travelled to England for our every-other-year (what do we call that? Is it biannual? Biennial? Answers on a postcard/in the comments pretty please) Christmas holiday, and I decided to leave my blog until we returned – hopefully, with a lovely, full list of things to blog about.

Well, things never seem to go how you want them to, do they. Oh, sure, I’ve got a fantastical long list of blog subjects (which I will post in the upcoming weeks, I assure you), but I haven’t been able to sit on my sofa and talk about them, just yet. Why, you may ask?

Well, because we’re still stuck here. Without going into too much detail, we’re playing a waiting game with South African home affairs, and we can’t go home just yet. We don’t even know when we will be able to – nobody can tell us.

My mother in law (retired primary school teacher) is homeschooling Stevie. We are trying to keep them outside, playing, for the rest of the day, but it’s very difficult. They constantly want to return home, as do we. We miss our dogs! Stevie asks at least once a day, when she can go to big school (she’s supposed to have started Crawford 3 weeks ago).

This is not a post to moan or complain – just an information post, for those who may have assumed I’d vanished. We’re still here; we’re still just about hanging on. Our sanity is just about still intact. But, my word, I have never known homesickness like this!

Writer’s Block

This past couple of weeks have gone so fast. Somehow, I’m 39 weeks pregnant today, and I’ve had the world’s worst writer’s block.

I also can’t read, or concentrate on anything. I remember this stage from being pregnant with Stevie – hopefully it means the end is near!

All I’m concentrating on, right now, is waiting for this baby to arrive. My sister has a book going – r20 per person to guess a day, winner takes the whole pot. Stevie lost out yesterday, Pete’s guessed today and I’ve got a loose bet (no money) on tomorrow. But of course, really, it’ll probably come on Xmas day.

Goodbye, toes

So we’re here trying to look forward to Christmas, without thinking too much about the baby. It’ll come when it comes, and there’s actually nothing I can do about it.

My friend Alésia bought me this from Cotton On – will baby get to wear it?

Hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas! See you all on the flip side (hopefully with a brand new baby).

Baby’s room is ready – wall decals from Kikki and Franki

The Most Magical Place in the World

I’ve been to both DisneyLand and DisneyWorld, but nothing can prepare you to seeing Disney through the eyes of a child.

Disney in Florida is separated into multiple parks, but the ‘main’ park, the one we all think of a DisneyWorld, is the Magic Kingdom. Called ‘the Most Magical Place on Earth,’ it’s where a giant Sleeping Beauty castle sits centre stage, surrounded by leaping water fountains, performing dancers and rides – all the rides, for all ages (but sadly not many for pregnant women).

Yes, they have badges

There was a small faff on entry, so Stevie and I were waved through on our own. She gazed around in wonderment as she took it all in – the music pipes non-stop and there are people everywhere. Then she spotted Pluto. Her little face beamed and we decided to get in line, autograph in hand, to see the ‘Woo Woo,’ as she calls him. My little heart broke – she was so excited. But then she saw the end of the parade while we were waiting in line, and there were Mickey and Minnie Mouse. For two whole weeks leading up to this holiday, all Stevie had wanted to do was see Minnie Mouse. And here she was. Well, my hormonal, pregnant self couldn’t take it. I burst into tears as she shouted ‘MINNIE MOUSE!’ I was finished. Then Pete wandered over and burst out laughing, as I had tears of sheer happiness streaming down my face. I’m not usually one to gush, but it was pretty magical. Disney through the eyes of a child is AMAZING!

We spent the rest of the day running in and out of water displays and going on rides – well I didn’t go on rides, but Stevie certainly did. She definitely takes after Mummy and Daddy, enjoying the Rocky Mountain Railroad (a mini rollercoaster) so much that she asked for a second go. Yes, Disney is expensive and there tend to be massive queues (we were lucky, though, in that we went just out of peak season). Then we actually met Stevie’s idol – Minnie herself. She was made up, and she hasn’t stopped talking about it since. She also got to watch a show with Anna and Elsa, her second favourites, and met Buzz Lightyear.

I trudged around like a good little tourist Mummy, having an absolute ball – BUT I would not recommend doing Disney at 7 months pregnant. There’s a lot of walking around and it’s very hot – I definitely don’t regret it, but I was exhausted for days.

To round off the day, we went for an amazing dinner at the California Grill, an amazing fine dining restaurant at the top of the Contemporary Resort, one of Disney’s flagship hotels. Eating dinner whilst watching the sun set over the lake was lovely! Our meals were beautiful, and my word were we ready for them, but the highlight was the children’s menu. For context, when eating out we usually order Stevie the smallest fillet steak, medium rare, and we finish what she doesn’t. Therefore, no wastage – and there are always doggy bags! But here, Stevie had a wedge salad starter (two lettuce quarters – perfect for our leaf-lover!) and then a kiddy fillet steak which was a perfect, mini version of Daddy’s. The pictures don’t do it justice.

If, unlike us, you don’t have a small child who needs sleep by latest 9 o’clock, then guests are permitted on the balconies to watch the Magic Kingdom and EPCOT fireworks after dark.

Magic Kingdom entry prices are $113 per adult for one day entry into this park only, and $108 for a child. However, for a ‘park hopper’ pass (including all parks in one day) it’s $173 for adults and $167 per child.

A special thank you to our friends at The Crown and Crest in EPCoT, who helped with our entry into Magic Kingdom. They do family crests on a plaque while you wait! Always worth a visit – ask for Pete or Bev and tell them where you heard about them!

Holiday Ponderings… AKA Thoughts by the Pool

Stevie is fast asleep. She was in the pool from about 8.30am until about 45 minutes ago. I knew Pisces children were ‘fish,’ but I honestly didn’t take it that seriously. I’ve learnt my lesson – and I’m VERY glad we have a pool fence at home. Otherwise my pregnant self would be having a heart attack every half an hour.

Holiday may seem like a strange time to write a blog post on the state of your pregnant body, but when I’m the only one in and I’m alone by the pool in a bikini with my ridiculously hot sister-in-law as my company, it’s natural I start thinking about it.

My job has made me possibly more conscious of my body than usual, and this time, second pregnancy, it’s interesting to note how different things can be.

We all know no two babies and pregnancies are the same. I’ve said before that I put on more than 20kg with Stevie – but that 20kg number was after she was born. Tall people can possibly carry more, but even so, for someone with a low BMI (if you believe in that sort of thing) the recommended maximum amount of weight is 18kg.

Pregnant with Stevie at 28 weeks – I’d been eating all the food for a while here. You just can’t see my enormous behind!

This time, I’ve been determined to do things differently – and I can already feel (and, thankfully, see) the difference. I can still fit in my pre-pregnancy jeans – if only actually closing them wasn’t such a big deal for me! I can take a photo and not worry about looking like a different person – which was the biggest deal in my last pregnancy, for me. I didn’t look (or feel) like myself.

I’ve been working out (gently) throughout. Now we’re on holiday, I’m in the pool with my little fish every single moment. I have a tan, which obviously helps. But the main thing is – I’m eating exactly the same as I did before I got pregnant!

Generally speaking, a pregnant woman does not need any more calories in the first trimester than usual, and she only needs an additional 340 calories a day in the second trimester (where I am now). That’s the equivalent of a large smoothie, or half a bar of chocolate – not a lot, when you think about it. In the third trimester, that goes up to 450 calories per day, which equates to a large snack or an extra small meal. So much for the ‘eating for two’ I did in my first pregnancy!

In other news, my bump is enormous and I’ve got terrible reflux. I’m fairly sure the two are connected (reflux occurs when baby pushes all the organs up towards the diaphragm). Is my bump bigger because I’ve put less weight on this time? Possibly – but every pregnancy is, after all, different. Maybe this baby is bigger? Who knows – we’ll find out when he/she arrives!

What do you think I’m having? Has anyone had suck hugely different pregnancies before? Let me know – I love feedback!

D-Day is Almost Here…

For those of you who don’t know, tomorrow, Thursday, in the evening, just over 24 hours away, we will be boarding one of the world’s longest direct flights. I’m 6 months pregnant. We have a 2 year old. And we will be flying Economy.

Now you’ve caught your breath on just how stupendously daft this idea is, let me make it even worse.

Upon arrival in Atlanta, we have an 8 hour layover. We have to collect our bags, as we’re on a different airline, and then sit for 8 WHOLE HOURS in the airport. Then we board another plane (2 hours this time) to Detroit. Then, finally, we have arrived.

Now, contrary to popular belief (and the above photo) we have done long flights, in economy, with Stevie. She’s very much the seasoned traveller. She sleeps well on planes, she’s very used to the noises and the goings on, and the normal 11-hour flights we do are a doddle. But this one is seventeen – yes, seventeen – hours in one go.

I don’t want to give her any drugs or herbal remedies to make her sleep longer, as sleep isn’t the problem. It’s the 5 hours or so of awake time that we’re going to struggle with. There are only so many movies she can watch on a little, tiny screen, and only so many trips to the loo we can take, before she starts to go stir crazy. I’ve done this flight a few times before, and, hell, even I go stir crazy.

So we’re going to stock up on stickers, prepare her favourite books, and load up on bolting, popcorn, cheese and any other snacks we know will keep her even slightly occupied. I can’t promise the same for us!

Wish us luck!