This weekend heralds a fairly momentous event. In my world anyway. It will be the first time in three years that I have spent a night away from Mr 3. By choice that is. There was that one time I was in and out of hospital for five days with what turned out to be a twisted bowel, but THAT’S a story in itself for another time. Plus Mr 3 was very little and wouldn’t remember it in any case…
So, back to the main game here, I’m getting on a plane Thursday afternoon to fly to the eastern states for a very good mates 40th birthday shenanigans and I won’t return until Sunday evening. Woah. So that’s three nights away, on the other side of the country, on MY OWN for the first time in three years. Wheeeeeeeeeeeee…. I am of course really looking forward to catching up with lots of awesome girlfriends on the east coast, having a blast dancing at a music festival (its been a while people!!) and just generally having time to do, well, whatever really. I might even read a book on the plane. Stop. It. Or watch a whole movie. For real. I know, its getting overwhelming right?
So, while in my logical brain I am looking forward to some down time/me time/girly time and I know full well that Mr 3 and hubster will be PERFECTLY fine hanging out together for the weekend and no doubt Mr 3 will have a blast (hubster has some cool stuff planned including camping in the backyard and heading to the aquarium which Mr 3 looooves), there’s that bit of me in my heart that’s a little apprehensive. Its that whole Mumma Bear thing. Which might be in overdrive right now as I am also cooking up number two. Oh yes. Did I forget to mention that I am pregnant? 23 weeks yesterday! Hot tip – that right there is your two for the price of one announcements completed people!
So with the Mumma Bear hormones switched to overdrive right now, a weekend away is an exciting yet sweaty palm inducing possibility. Plus its not like I can just “nip back home” if I want to. Luckily I have an awesome hubster, who is not only fully supportive of me taking this chance to have a little mini break prior to number two coming along but is also an amazing Daddy, hence being happy to put some plans in place for the weekend so I wasn’t going totally cuckoo over what was happening back home rather than enjoying my time away.
How was your first time away from your littles? Have you got any tips for me? Please post away in the comments below. I’d love to hear about your experiences xx