The Wedding

One of the biggest plus points of being in London over the summer meant that I could attend my cousin’s wedding. If I were going to have the baby in Dubai, as was the original plan, this wouldn’t have been possible.

The wedding was fantastic – three nights of partying. Everything went according to plan, the entertainment was brilliant and, of course, the bride was beautiful.

So three nights of partying. For everyone else! I couldn’t drink – but I danced until 3 and 4 in the morning! I had to sleep for two days after the reception, but I enjoyed myself.

I met so many people I hadn’t met in years and got to catch up with lots of family.

There was one girl I kept seeing. She looked familiar, but I just couldn’t place her. I asked someone her name and then realised I had no idea who she was.

She very randomly approached me at the reception and told me she was worried that her dress may fall off. Let me just reiterate – I don’t know her and she doesn’t know me. She then went on to tell me that she had recently lost a bit of weight after going to a nutritionist and that she was feeling great. She then said she wanted to lose more because she wants to look good. I heard about her friend who did some diet and how well it worked, etc. I tried to add a comment here and there, but the music was really loud and we could barely hear each other.

Then she asked me where I was staying. I told her. She said she wasn’t far from there and maybe we should meet up sometime. I nodded. She still didn’t know my name! She gave me her phone to put in my details and then gave me a missed call so I had her number.

Then she said: Isn’t it awful that women don’t support each other or share their weight loss secrets? We should meet for a nice big glass of wine and talk about how we can support each other while trying to lose weight.

Ummm…

I told her I wasn’t drinking until September-ish. She made a face.

I told her it was because I’m pregnant.

She tried not to look surprised!

Basically, she had this very long and boring conversation with me because she thought I was fat. Not pregnant!

Sleeping Nude

Before I got pregnant, I would sometimes sleep in the nude.  You’ve all done it, haven’t you?  It’s very comfortable, right?  Nothing wrong with it either…

Anyway, as I was saying – I would sometimes sleep in the nude.  Since having V, I’ve not really been able to do that.  I haven’t missed it – it’s just one of those things that I don’t do anymore.

Unless, of course, I’ve had a lot to drink!

During my birthday weekend (in February) we’d gone out and had quite a bit to drink.  We then went to someone’s house afterwards and drank some more.  Then we went to a club and drank even more!  When I willingly drink shots of Patron, everyone knows….  I’ve had too much!  The conversation below is proof of that!

drunk1

I heard about how I attempted to do Gangnam Style at the club.  I also heard that I danced on an imaginary stripper pole (I’m so proud).  I hadn’t been drunk like that for the LONGEST time.

The next morning I woke up and all my clothes were in a pile on the floor by my bed.  I couldn’t remember getting home or going to bed.  I was, thankfully, able to get dressed before V came into our room.

The next time I had a night like that, was about a month later.  We went to a club that we used to go to every Saturday night before V came along.  We hadn’t been there in about two years (or since that night) and it was 80s night.  The whole combination just spells disaster, doesn’t it?  What a great night!

The following morning was painful and again, I woke up completely bare.  You’re probably all thinking that LagosDad and I got up to all sorts on both these nights.  He was fully dressed both times when I woke up – so I’m thinking not!  Again, I was able to get dressed before going to check on V (thank God for the nanny, is all I have to say).

So our most recent escapade follows the same pattern…  I just realised – you probably all think I’m an alcoholic or something.  I will just say that this Saturday was my first night out/drinking since May!

On Saturday morning I woke up with a squink.  And I woke up because V came barging into our room.  He was about to climb into bed with us to watch TV when he suddenly said, ‘Mama, why aren’t you wearing any clothes?  Put on your pyjamas!’

Well that told me!  *embarrassed face*

On Sunday morning when he came in, he lifted up the duvet and said, ‘Mama, are you have your clothes on?’  And he did the same thing this morning!

So, have I traumatised him for life?  And is he going to come in and check if I’m wearing clothes every morning?  And will he tell his teachers or friends (when nursery finally starts next week) that his mama sleeps without any clothes on?

He only saw me that one time!

Squink

A squink.

Have you ever had one?

Do you even know what they are?

I had a squink on Saturday, and it was so damn painful.  My eye was watering all day long!

Oh!  Sorry!  I didn’t explain what it is yet.

I can’t remember when I had my first one.  But it was at least eight or nine years ago.

Basically, what happens is…

When I drink too much – not just too much as in I’m a bit hungover the next day – but in too much as a lot more than too much, I get a squink.

The next day one of my eyes (usually my right one) swells up.  Attractive, right?  But that’s not at all.  There’s also the stabbing feeling.  Yes.  It feels as though someone is stabbing me in the eye with a toothpick.  This causes my eye to water and my nose to run.

Needless to say I don’t tend to go *anywhere* when I have a squink.

I haven’t had one since before Vinay was born – so that’s at least 3 years and I’d forgotten how truly painful they are.

Oh well…  Serves me right for drinking too much!