Hotels, Irish men, Babies & walking

Well it has been ages since I wrote a blog, between tiredness and having a million things to do I just haven’t had the time or inclination.

Been an exciting few days though – Thursday I went to London to see Westlife! It wasn’t all plain sailing though – stupid travel lodge messed up our room booking. So we ended up in London with nowhere to stay. We found an internet cafe and hour and a half later, numerous phone calls and dead ends we finally found a hotel with two rooms. Jumping on a tube we rushed to the hotel. Hoping we would have time to change, eat and manage to be on time to see Westlife.  Arriving at the hotel we were then told they have two single rooms. Noooo – our hearts sank! There were three of us, but the receptionist didn’t know what she was talking about and they had two double rooms. So finally we were in our rooms.

Rapid change and tube to arena, we found some food and got to our seats as Wonderland were finishing. That was a good thing as they really aren’t my cup of tea.  Westlife on the other hand were absolutely AMAZING!! The set list was awesome and the lads were on top form – the medley as always was the best part of the night. The energy and enthusiasm they put into it was immense – you can tell it’s their favourite part of the concert.  It definitely got the crowd dancing that’s for sure. The encore on the other hand had me in floods of tears. They sang ‘I’ll see you again’ Sad enough at the best of times, but they added something to it (which I’m not gonna say for those who haven’t been) and the tears I was holding back came pouring out. For those of you who have read the personal story I wrote about the song will understand why it affect me so much to. Although I think there were many people in the room without dry eyes.

May I add to that, that Mr Filan was looking gorgeous as always – even if he does have the same hair cut as Nicky!

Friday I came home, nervous, scared and excited about what the afternoon would bring.  I made it to work, and sat nervously doing not alot of an hour and a half. My mind elsewhere – finally I got to leave and head with an extremely full bladder to the hospital.  The fifteen minute wait jiggling my legs and chewing my nails was the longest fifteen minutes.  Finally we were called, I lay on the bed –cold chew was squirted on my stomach and I always couldn’t bear to look at the screen as Ant helf my hand. Finally I heard the words I was praying for ‘Look there is the heartbeat’ YES! My face broke into a smile. We were in the scan around 20 mins, much longer than normal because baby was being awkward and would not roll over so they could get the measurements they needed. I had to half empty my bladder – that’s bloody hard. Then she tried again – nope baby was wiggling and stretching but would not roll over. So off to the loo I went again – but nothing worked. Awkward baby! Saw his little nose, and jar and fingers, legs – everything. Honestly it’s the most amazing feeling, words really cannot describe the feeling it gives you!

Back to work and time to start breaking the new – reactions were mixed, excitement, shock and just ignoring me (the latter was my parents) But onto something just as exciting Joshua  is walking – he was doing a few steps for about a week, but now he walks everywhere. Looking so pleased with himself – can’t believe my baby is no longer a baby but a toddler. Scary scary! Very exciting though – so much fun we can get up to!