Baby Baker Friday - Worries, Worries, Worries...And A Passport...

I've decided that Friday's on the blog are now going to be dedicated to my new found pregnancy status.

Whilst I know this won't please everyone, it's something I really want to do - after all being pregnant is a huge thing to be happening in my life and I really want to share bits and pieces of what is going on amongst these pages.

So here we go

~ Baby Baker Friday ~

Well don't these Friday's just creep up on us, eh?

I have to admit (again!) that as much as I planned to be organised in preparation for this weekend it just hasn't happened that way at all.

Everything I have needed to do has been left right until the last minute - again.

I'm not sure why I do it to myself - I'm blooming useless.

Once again, I had planned a different post for today, but I haven't had a chance to take any pretty pictures to put into it yet, so that one is coming next week.

As it turns out though, there is something I wanted to talk a little bit about today, obviously Baby Baker related, that surrounds my plans for the weekend and helps explain why I wanted to be mega organised.

This weekend I am jetting off to the Costa Del Sol with nine other lovely ladies to celebrate one of my longest friend's Hen Do's

Sounds fab doesn't it - I just know it's going to be a whole lot of fun...

...only I'm a bit worried and a little apprehensive about a few things if I'm being really honest...

~ Will I manage on a Hen Do? ~

Now I'm not very "bump heavy" at the moment, but there's certainly no getting away from it - I am having a baby

(eek - exciting!)

So is heading off abroad on a Hen Do really a wise move?

I really hope so

Originally, when this little break was booked, Baby Baby was just a faraway dream and a hope.

Then I found out that he/she was actually there and I was so excited...but at the same time I didn't really want to cancel my place or let my friend down

(or loose out on the cash I had already paid)

But now that it has actually arrived I don't want to end up being a total boring-fart-spoilsport because I'm not up dancing at every opportunity or I'm knackered and can't keep up with everybody else

I mean obviously there will be no alcohol for me - which is more than fine - I've been the "Designated Driver" on enough nights out to know that I can have a whole lot of fun without the stuff - it's not that part that bothers me.

My worries lie elsewhere...

~ Will I mange seven hours of heel tottering around different bars and clubs?

~ Will I cope with being the only sober person, probably in the whole of Spain?

~ Will I be able to avoid all of the hustle and bustle and not get knocked or bumped by the zillions of said intoxicated people?

Silly little niggles really which I suppose seem a lot more important now that there is Baby Baker to think about.

But only time will tell I suppose - and I do have a very cheap pair of flip-flops which I intend to stick in my bag for when the heels undoubtedly get too much.

So that's one thing solved at least.

~ Will I manage on a flight? ~

I'm not the best person when it comes to flying, even under "normal circumstances", but I get on with it  - having the thought of a lovely, warm beach waiting at the other end of the not so fantastic journey is always appealing isn't it.

But what happens to Baby Baker being so high up in the air?

When I was pregnant with my first son, we flew to Cyprus for a pre-baby-arrival break and I remember at one point during the flight feeling as though my stomach had hardened way too much and there was a moment where I really did panic that something was wrong.

And although all was fine, one of the first things I asked my midwife at my booking in appointment this time around was whether flying at seventeen weeks pregnant was safe, was allowed and was OK.

She reassured me that it was perfectly fine and helped put my mind at ease a little.

I mean I really don't want to be upsetting the little one already now do I.

~ Will I manage at an airport? ~

Due to my work commitments, I will not only be flying out to Spain this weekend, I will also be flying back home again too - leave Friday, home again Sunday - crazy I know - especially when all of the other ladies will be staying in the warm sunshine until Tuesday...

... And Y E S ...

...this does mean that I am flying home all on my own...

...from an airport I have never been to before...

...all on my own...

...with Baby Baker to keep safe and well...

...all on my own...

And this does freak me out a little bit.

But only a little bit - because I'm not thinking about it too much...at the moment...

~ Will I be safe? ~

Will I be safe in a taxi - all on my own - in a country I don't know - all on my own - going to an airport I don't know - all on my own...

As the other ladies are partying until Tuesday I will obviously be getting a taxi from the hotel to the airport, early afternoon, on Sunday.

All by myself

And this is the part that fills me with the most terror if I'm honest

* breathe and relax *

~ Will I get a suntan? ~

I BLOODY BETTER DO

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Apart from my worries, I am really looking forward to being a part of the trip and having the opportunity to be there to help my friend celebrate her last big nights as a "free" woman.

Whilst I won't be partaking in the booze (or be waking up with a pounding head on Sunday - yay!) I really do hope I can manage to stick the night out properly and enjoy everything fully for her sake.

And so, Baby Baker Takes On Spain

Oooh...now that gives me a fantastic idea for a new travel blog section...