The Waiting Game

I haven’t blogged for 11 days which is quite a long time for me.  Its not that I haven’t been up to anything, its more that I haven’t been inspired to write anything at all.  This is what famous authors must feel like when they’ve got writers block; yes because I’m SUCH a famous author.  

I’ve got less than two weeks to go and I think any other mums out there will agree that the home stretch is the worst.

You are massive compared to your normal sized self, you’re uncomfortable in more ways than one, and you can’t groom properly because you just can’t reach/see/bend that way to do any lady like procedures – you try epilating your legs or giving yourself a pedi at nine months pregnant. You also get the lovely Braxton Hicks that you pray will just continue and take you into labour.  Ah imagine having contractions through the night and going into hospital at 6am to have the baby by 8:30am, wouldn’t that be nice.  How was that for you Kate?

You’ve had your hospital bag packed for a month now and its collecting dust.  The baby car seat is out and its just annoying you, sitting there, taking up room.  The action plans are in place for childcare, depending on what day / time things kick off. 

You can’t sleep very well even though everyone tells you to get as much sleep as possible. Yeah, well try getting an unbroken nights sleep while needing to pee every 4 hours (minimum) and then you check on the toddler to make sure they’re still alive.  Then theres the art of getting back into bed while arranging a military formation of pillows around you, and just as you get comfortable, the baby wakes up and kicks you in the hooo ha from the inside.  And the whole time just wanting to punch your husband in the face as they continue to sleep soundly while you take an hour to get back to sleep.

So no, no baby yet and it could potentially be another four weeks if this one is anything like its big brother.  For the sake of my friends and family, I hope it comes tonight. 

Whats scary is that no matter how grumpy or tired or disgusting I feel now, its about to get a whole lot worse. 

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Coach Lex!

I’m so excited its finally here!!  My certificate for my 1st4Sport Level 3 Wakeboard Coaching qualification!  I’ve been working on this course for two years doing classroom days, workshop days, plenty of coaching and assessments as well as the necessary courses that you need to qualify, such as Safeguarding & Protecting Children, DBS checks, First Aid and joining SportCoachUK for full insurance coverage. 

The level 3 was a brand new course when we started it way back when and I’m stoked to be the first person in the UK to complete it! 

I’m so happy its finally done!!!  

If you want to get some wakeboarding qualifications under your belt, head over to BWSW to find out all the info. 

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Flying Long Haul with a Two Year Old (without an iPad)

To date we’ve done 10 short haul flights with Ethan sitting on our laps.  There has definitely been a correlation between his age/size and how difficult he is to handle.  So you can only imagine how worried I was flying across the Atlantic with him… However, because he had his own seat, things were different this time.

I was a mess, I was over tired, I couldn’t lift/carry anything – I was a lame ass excuse for a human in my opinion, ask my husband, he’ll agree.

We had everything sorted though, a HUGE bag full of toys, snacks, cuddly toys, books, you name it, it was in there – (apart from an iPad).  And then we had another bag full of nappies, milk, change of clothes, sudocrem, calpol… which turned out to be very lucky indeed as we ended up flying the next day, so we had another night in a Heathrow hotel with our luggage stored in Airport security!

The key to flying when 6 months pregnant with a two year old is this… get your partner to look after them.  Jonny boy was amazing, he entertained, fed, changed, napped, ran around with Ethan the whole 10 hour flight, and he was a happy toddler with no tantrums.  It also helps if they win over the flight attendants too, get them on your side so they bring over a constant stream of goodies, activities and treats.

The flight home was a night flight.  We took off two hours late – within 20 mins of sitting on the plane Ethan had managed to fall into the footwell headfirst (which wrongly we found hilarious) hitting and cutting the back of his head.  I had a looooooovely lady sitting just across the aisle warning me about all dangers of concussion (like I don’t know them already, I’m just an idiot wakeboarder after all).  So it was actually lucky we sat on the runway for a couple of hours so I could keep an eye on him before we embarked on an eight hour flight across the ocean.

Just because its a night flight doesn’t mean they will sleep.

Out of the eight hours, he slept for about four of them.  I didn’t get any sleep – its weird, I thought I would if the lil man was catching some shut eye.  But then I couldn’t sleep because I felt like I needed to watch him incase he rolled off the seat again and also the crazy voice in my head saying ‘ what if someone takes him while I’m asleep?’  Absurd I know, but thats just parenthood for you.  So while my two boys were catching flies, I got to watch The Theory of Everything and Wild in peace!  It was the best flight I’ve had in ages!  Just a shame I could have a few glasses of red to top off the experience.

You can take a horse to water.

On our decent into Heathrow we got the juice cup ready for Ethan to enjoy so that we could enjoy a quiet landing.  That didn’t happen.  He didn’t want to drink which meant his ears were killing him apparently due to the size tantrum he threw.  The plane was silent and people were looking at me.  I just shrugged my shoulders… we tried many times to explain to him about how having a drink would take the pain away but he wasn’t having any of it… (and even the shoving it in their mouth tactic didn’t work). Theres only so much you can do when your seatbelt has to be fastened and the child is throwing the mother of all tantrums. 

Tips for flying long haul with a two year old when you don’t have an iPad: 

Toys.  Take lots of toys.  Hide your most decent toys for a couple of weeks before you fly and then bust them out on the plane at crucial moments.  Buy new toys.  Wrap old toys up in wrapping paper to make them exciting again. 

Snacks.  Loads of their favourite stuff to offer at crucial moments to prevent tantrums etc. 

Nappies.  If they are still in nappies then make sure you have loads in case you were stuck at the airport over night unexpectedly with no luggage and your car in long-term parking. 

Clothing.  See above tip.

Stickers.  Activity packs / sticker books / colouring in.  By the time we’d landed, our window area had been redecorated.  We cleaned it before we left though – aren’t we nice. 

Kids Meal.  Pre order a kids meal.  We never got ours on the way out due to flying a day later but the air hostesses threw together a nice little food tray to make up for it. 

Cartoons.  Show them how to play the TV and find their favourite cartoons ASAP. 

Was it all worth it…. absolutely.

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