Waiting for the flight back from Dublin. Last flight this year. Last flight as not a mother. I have nothing against being just in one place when it’s my choice, but there are still so many things I want to plan in and do and now I actually can’t.
My last post about how everything was easy backfired a bit! On Friday we went out for a meal and I massively over ate (and it was quite oily which didn’t help). Later that evening I kept burping up all the food into my mouth and I tried to speak at the same time so sort of choked on the half food half vomit then as I was coughing loads I full on wee’d myself. Not just a little drizzle, but full on wet patch all over the crotch! Daym.
Lessons learned: Do not over eat! It’s uncomfortable for hours afterwards, I end up burping up sick, and potentially choking on it.
Anyway, here’s a delayed bump pic from Friday! The internet in the middle of nowhere in Ireland was really bad.