Tomorrow Nookie and I will be undertaking something of an adventure. We’re driving down to Surrey (a three and a half hour drive – the longest I’ve ever driven by far and the furthest Nookie has ever travelled by far), and camping for three nights (another first for Nookie and for me with a child), so we can visit the theme park Chessington World of Adventure. To say I’m nervous would be understating the situation immensely. I am TERRIFIED!
It all started about four months ago when Nookie repeatedly saw ads for the theme park on TV and begged me to go. She was so excited by the look of the place that I agreed I would look into taking us. I checked it out and the park looks amazing… a huge theme park, zoo and sea-life centre all in one spot. And it’s surprisingly cheap for a theme park… half the price of Alton Towers, which is fairly close to us. The journey time phased me but I thought it was doable now she travels so much better than she used to. And I have a new tent and air-bed that my mum kindly bought me for Christmas, so I could go more places and camp, just begging to be used. There’s a camp-site really close by. And I was having one of those periods where I was feeling a little adventurous and like I should face some of my fears (I have periods like that). So I booked it for June. Of course, a month later I discovered I was pregnant. Not fancying a three day camping trip and two days in a theme park when I was six months pregnant, I changed the date to April… tomorrow. It seemed like such a good idea when it was months away… now I’m really scared.
How will I cope driving such a long way? The longest drive I’ve ever done in one period so far is just short of two hours, and that was only because I was stuck in traffic for a considerable period of that time. How will Nookie cope so long in a car? What will camping, while pregnant, with a three-year-old be like? How will I entertain Nookie in the tent? What if I get tired in the theme park when there’s no one to help me? What if it pours it down for three days? What if, what if, what if. I keep giving myself a little “I can do this” pep-talk, but it’s only half-working. It’s scary being alone with a young child so far from home. Exciting, but scary.
So… wish me luck? I’m sure we’ll have a great time, and a memorable adventure. I want to be that sort of mum… who isn’t scared of anything and will go places and do new, exciting things. Sounds nice in theory. In practice… not so much. But we’ll see. I’ll let you know how it goes…