All expecting parents are told to take time out for a holiday.
And while it wasn't intentional, it sort of all just fell into place nicely. What can you say; 'it was meant to be'.
One of Butster's friends had set the date for their 2010 wedding back in the middle of 2009. As the wedding was going to be in New Zealand it gave us all time to organise ourselves (and our bosses). When we found out we were expecting the trip to New Zealand worked out to be perfect timing. I wasn't going to suffering from morning sickness (fingers crossed) and I wasn't going to be too big not to be able to enjoy it.
When it comes to holidays my job is to book all the plane tickets and hotels etc etc. However this time I was slightly worried that I would stuff everything up. In the back of my mind there were all those stories I had been told about, expecting mothers and their crazy/forgetful minds. I think I must have checked all the dates and tickets/bookings a dozen times before confirming each thing. The frequent checking must have worked as all bookings were fine!
Those that know me, know that I'm not one for sitting around and doing little but noting. So when it came to travelling to place that was known for its "Adventure Sports/activities", first of all I was looking forward to it. We had been to New Zealand about 5 year earlier and I regretted not parasailing of the Queenstown Gondola. Once I say I started thinking about the holiday I realised that once again I wasn't going to be able to do the parasailing. I was somewhat disappointed, but I was pregnant and that was far more important. However as the holiday came closer and the countdown began I realised that there might not be much that I would be able to do. Once we arrived I found one thing that I thought could be okay, after all you would be all rigged and tided in safely as you zipped down the cable on the flying fox. mmmm Buster didn't think it was a good idea, but when one of his mates said he would go with me, Buster didn't stop me from inquiring about it. Lucky for Buster's nerves, they wouldn’t let me do it. Even the massage I ended up settling for was softer that what I normally enjoy, all due to the pregnancy.
While I was limited to what we did, we did enjoy the time out. We walked, slept and read a lot and while I really did miss some of the adventure it was good to be forced to relax.
And while it wasn't intentional, it sort of all just fell into place nicely. What can you say; 'it was meant to be'.
One of Butster's friends had set the date for their 2010 wedding back in the middle of 2009. As the wedding was going to be in New Zealand it gave us all time to organise ourselves (and our bosses). When we found out we were expecting the trip to New Zealand worked out to be perfect timing. I wasn't going to suffering from morning sickness (fingers crossed) and I wasn't going to be too big not to be able to enjoy it.
When it comes to holidays my job is to book all the plane tickets and hotels etc etc. However this time I was slightly worried that I would stuff everything up. In the back of my mind there were all those stories I had been told about, expecting mothers and their crazy/forgetful minds. I think I must have checked all the dates and tickets/bookings a dozen times before confirming each thing. The frequent checking must have worked as all bookings were fine!
Those that know me, know that I'm not one for sitting around and doing little but noting. So when it came to travelling to place that was known for its "Adventure Sports/activities", first of all I was looking forward to it. We had been to New Zealand about 5 year earlier and I regretted not parasailing of the Queenstown Gondola. Once I say I started thinking about the holiday I realised that once again I wasn't going to be able to do the parasailing. I was somewhat disappointed, but I was pregnant and that was far more important. However as the holiday came closer and the countdown began I realised that there might not be much that I would be able to do. Once we arrived I found one thing that I thought could be okay, after all you would be all rigged and tided in safely as you zipped down the cable on the flying fox. mmmm Buster didn't think it was a good idea, but when one of his mates said he would go with me, Buster didn't stop me from inquiring about it. Lucky for Buster's nerves, they wouldn’t let me do it. Even the massage I ended up settling for was softer that what I normally enjoy, all due to the pregnancy.
While I was limited to what we did, we did enjoy the time out. We walked, slept and read a lot and while I really did miss some of the adventure it was good to be forced to relax.
Relaxing by Queenstown Lake
I don't think Buster liked this shot.
The wedding was a lovely relaxed affair and took place on a hobby vineyard. The bride was designed her own dress and hat which suited her perfectly. The groom seemed to take the day all in his stride and enjoyed the whole day or should I say the week long celebrations.
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