Friday, 19 September 2014

New Zealand

As some of you may know we recently took a trip across to New Zealand. It was a long overdue trip to see the in-laws and introduce our wee little princess (who is about to turn 2!) to all the family who hadn't met her yet. 
Coincidentally, we also landed in the middle of Aucklands restaurant fest! One thing I was really looking forward to doing on this trip was to sample the local produce and food industry in NZ, long admiring it from afar it was going to be a real highlight for me. Alas, we hit a rather significant snag before we even set off. I was starting to feel a bit ill, in a strange kind of, “I can’t even look at chicken”, sort of way. And after heading off to bed one night because I couldn’t take the smell of dinner I decided it was time to confirm what becoming increasingly obvious. 
Yep, Pregnant. 
Although we are actually quite excited, it comes with a little apprehension towards the actual pregnancy itself. My last pregnancy had me vomiting for the full 9 months, a trip to the ER, lots of bed rest and lots and lots of very expensive anti-nausea tablets. I came out of that pregnancy shattered (both physically and emotionally). So the thought of heading back into that zone, only now with a toddler to take care of, I won’t lie, it’s a little scary. How am I supposed to take care of a 2 year old when I can’t even take care of myself? I will admit; knowing what I was getting myself into this time has helped. I told people straight away knowing I would need both prayer and support to get through this, I booked myself into the doctor to get on the Zofran, I started drinking copious amounts of water, knowing I had to keep as hydrated as possible for as long as possible and stocked the cupboards with  A LOT of snacks. The rest would have to be just ‘figure it out as you go’. Consequently though, our NZ trip was a lot less food focused and moved a much slower pace. The whole trip slowed right down and became less about traveling and experiencing NZ for itself and more about family time. Which quite honestly, is not at all a bad thing.