Wednesday, October 1, 2008 Tamzin has a weekend away...

Week 36

We finally left Isla for a whole weekend – well, Saturday morning to Sunday evening! Pete and I decided we should get a ‘romantic’ weekend in before the baby comes so we went to London. It was great and I didn’t cry once, I was more than ready to hand Isla over and have a break with my husband, it was lovely; I found myself giving him hugs and kisses like I used to before they all went to Isla – who, to be fair, does smell nicer and has softer skin!!

We got the train up which was really relaxing other than the loo situation and when we arrived at Waterloo we got a cab and checked into the hotel and then went straight out again. Had lunch, bit of shopping, which was a bit frustrating for me, but it made a change me sitting around outside changing rooms rather than Pete!

Then we did some people watching over a cup of tea in Covent Garden, then went for dinner, then went to the theatre, then went for ice-creams and wandered around Soho, then finally got a rickshaw back to the hotel at about midnight! Impressed by my stamina at 36 weeks?!!! I was! The rickshaw was most uncomfortable however and I did think there was a strong possibility I might be jolted into early labour so Pete asked the poor man to avoid the bumps and holes!

I think the best bit though was the lie in the next day followed by a leisurely breakfast and a read of the papers.....I can’t remember the last time I did that, well I guess it was 16 months ago. Then we wandered along the South Bank, went on the London Eye and got the train home, it was great and did us so much good, although Pete got an earful when we got home and I realised he hadn’t packed my wash bag which I’d asked him to do and it had my glasses in which I’m lost without – I’m allowed to be scatty, I’m pregnant – he’s got no excuse! I got it back minus my very expensive new bottle of foundation..... never mind!

Isla hadn’t missed me at all which was brilliant, but she was absolutely delighted to see me and wouldn’t let go of me – even to hug her Daddy – oops, poor Pete. She finally relented about an hour later and gave him a kiss. But every time I left the room she wailed, she was fine the next day though. It was worth being away just to have that welcome home.