Waking up on Sundays

Survival Tip #73

Each Sunday morning I lay in bed, is another week passed in the great pregnancy waiting game. A mini celebration; worthy of spontaneous dancing, cheer leaders and streamers. With a shortened cervix however, one must celebrate in a more demure and restrained manner.  So, in celebration of making another week further towards a happy healthy baby girl, Mr T and I have begun our own special ritual.

Wanting something to look forwards to at the end of each week, and as a cheeky little escape from home we have started going out for breakfast each Sunday morning, to our favourite local café. A nice way to smell the fresh air, see the outside world and escape the four walls of our delightful house with which I have become so familiar.

Our first outing however did not go as planned….of course!

We arrived ready to eat, but it was so busy there were no tables available. Keen for some of their scrambled eggs we agreed to wait at the counter for a table to become available. We waited, seated at the counter as new customers continued to build up behind us…then a table was available, surely that could be for us….well…no…it wasn’t.

The staff were very busy, appeared to be having some technical issues, and looked flustered and frantic. A waiter different to the one who had greeted us asked another couple behind us if they were ready to be seated…..we were there first….

Sensing defeat, a grumpy husband worried about his fragile pregnant wife, and the feeling that breakfast could turn into lunch, we tried another café down the road. Definitely not as scrumptious, but food was eaten and tummies filled.

I think we will try again next week…