Because we planned to fly to the UK on December 23rd, we had Christmas a couple days early, on December 22. It was a pretty great Christmas. Little Bean got a Nabi, which is an Android tablet made especially for kids. Hubs had spent days loading it up with movies and games for Little Bean to play on the flights and during our trip to the UK. I have to say, it was an awesome present for her. It took her no time at all to figure out how to use it, and use it she did!
Hubs gave me a Kindle Fire, which I am definitely in love with. I have an iPad that I got from work, and after having it only a few months, I can honestly say I am glad its not mine, and that I didn't spend money on it. My Kindle, however, is a different story. Big fat puffy heart love it. I also bought myself a nice maternity coat that Little Bean "gave" me for Christmas. This also turned out to be an awesome buy for the trip.
On the evening of December 23, we hoped on a 9-hour flight from home to London. Thanks to being pregnant, not taking a nap that day, and running myself ragged, I was actually able to sleep most of the way to London. We had kept Little Bean up all day too, and she konked out an hour or so before I did. We got into the Heathrow airport around 8:30 in the morning UK time on Christmas Eve. Amazingly, I had zero swelling from the flight! I was amazed when I didn't have any difficulty at all getting my wedding ring off that night.
The first thing we did after riding the tube for what felt like forever, was take our bags to the hotel, and then go find some tasty pub food while we waited for our room. At the pub I got my first taste of bangers and mash and a scotch egg. The food was actually pretty good. Oddly, the scotch egg was cold, and both Hubs and I had expected it to be warm. We asked at the hotel later if it was supposed to served cold or warm, and we were told warm. I think it would have tasted better warm.
After lunch our room was ready, so we checked in, and we got spoiled with a room overlooking Big Ben.
|She only knows how to give cheesy smiles anymore|
On Christmas day we had a nice sleep in (11 hours), and then had a large lunch at a Cuban/Chinese fusion restaurant that cost a ridiculous amount of money (because it was Christmas). The one good thing was that the food was really good, and I mean really, really good. We knew that everything would be closed as far as sites and attractions, so the only thing we planned to do was the only thing we could do, take the Dickens walking tour. It was supposed to be a tour that took you around all of the place in London where Charles Dickens lived and that inspired his writing.
The tour started in Trafalgar square with the guide telling about Dickens' life.
During this time, Little Bean took the opportunity to chase a few pigeons.
We made it half way through the tour when all of the water I had drank at lunch caught up with me, and I had to pee so bad I could barely walk. I'm sure on a normal day the tour would have stopped by places with public loos, but because everything was closed, we had to abandon the tour to find a bathroom. However, this was not before we got to see the church where Chaucer himself was married.
That night we paid the high price to get internet in the hotel room and called friends and family via Skype to wish them all a merry Christmas. This was when we found out it had snowed back home. There have been two white Christmases since we moved here almost 5 years ago, and both of them have been when we were out of town.
After the phone calls had been made, we sat back and watched the Dr. Who Christmas special 6-7 hours before anyone else at home. There was something really cool about watching Dr. Who in London, and both Hubs and I enjoyed it immensely.
That night at bed time, I hooked up the Baby Plus for the first time with this pregnancy (if you don't know what that is and want to, you can either follow the link or google it). It made Sweet Pea (which is what I am calling the baby going forward) flip and jump, and for the first time this pregnancy, I saw my tummy jump and move when the baby did. Let me tell you, this baby is a mover and she is strong in every sense of the word.
That's all I want to write about tonight. Rest assured, there is much more to come. I am going to have to break the trip up into multiple posts because I want to remember it all, and it was a 13-day trip. For now, enjoy a few more pictures I took that day.