As caused you much hilarity on my last post, all was fine. Pob had a hard time going down at bedtime, and got quite upset when we weren't there when they got back from the park at lunchtime today, but other than that she was happy and chirpy, did lots of walking (supported by Granny, I hasten to add), lots of standing up and cruising, lots of chatting and plenty of crawling.
The party was lovely. My friend really had thought of everything, and turns out all her friends are nice - from 4 or 5 major parts of her life, we by no means knew each other, but everyone got on and had a good time. "There are no assholes here," exclaimed one colleague after the first hour. We had afternoon tea on the lawn, drinks in a different part of the grounds, dinner outside with a huge barbeque, dancing and dessert inside the lovely dining room. I wimped out around midnight due to a rather frustrating stomach upset (must have eaten something that disagreed with me - odd because usually I have the iron constitution). H partied on with cigars and whiskey until 130 or so. So no nookie, which would have been nice, but a fun evening nonetheless.
We had a good time. I missed her. A lot. Last night I quite enjoyed being without Pob for the early evening. I was free to have a long soak in an 'infinity bath' (ever seen one of these? very funky. It had underwater glowing lights as well), then shave my legs, then have a shower. Then sit around with my hair wet and cool off a bit while watching my current favourite programme. Then dry my hair. Then sit around a bit more. Then get dressed, and choose my jewelry and my shoes. It all took nearly two hours and was most enjoyable. It was also good to sleep through the night and into the morning - although we both woke at 6, we managed to sleep until 8 before finally getting up (time for my injection, anyway).
But the rest of the time, I would have been happier if she had been with us. Yesterday afternoon, having tea on the lawn, in front of this beautiful hotel, in the very uncharacteristically glorious sunshine, I wished she was there, crawling around on the grass and telling us what she thought about it. This morning at breakfast another baby was shouting 'nananana' (meaning, give me more scrambled egg, daddy), and I imagined her shouting 'upupupup' at my mother, demanding more toast. It wasn't a horrible feeling, it was just a sensation that I would be happier if she was with me.
We arrived back at my mother's just before Pob woke up from her nap, and it felt wonderful to go in and get her when she started to stir. She was pleased to see me. She showed it not with big grins, but by hanging on for dear life for the first 15 minutes after she woke up. She was also pretty screamy for the rest of the afternoon, not sure if it's connected or not. She's happily asleep now despite it being 26 degrees in her room, so I imagine by the end of tomorrow she will have forgotten we ever left her.
So everyone concerned had a good time. My mum had a lovely time, although she did take the opportunity this afternoon to drop in a few more comments about how she thinks we overfeed Pob (more on this in another post. I am a bit worried about it - Pob has shot up to the 95th centile for weight (75th for height), and I don't quite know what to do. Anyway, more in another post). But it was good. And I'm glad we're back.