Being 18 weeks pregnant, and having spent the whole day photographing a wedding, I didn’t think we’d be staying till the very end of the wedding, so when I booked our 6:45am flights out to Portugal on the Sunday morning I assumed we’d have had plenty of sleep. I was wrong. We didn’t get to bed until 1am, and our alarm went off at 4:15am…and that turned out to be only just enough time to board our flight!
Edinburgh Airport was chaos. We thought it was off to a good start when the Airline lady had the guts to ask if I was pregnant, and if I had an “Okay to Fly” letter (okay, there was a minor panic at that moment but I informed her I was only 18 weeks, to which she was surprised as she doesn’t normally notice women with a baby bump until at least 24 weeks! Thanks). She put us in to the shorter queue, along with the families with young children, and we thought we were on to a winner, but we still had to join another queue to drop our bags. We didn’t have the luxury of being in the family line at Security, and my bag ended up having to be examined by security twice…Matthew was in slight panic mode by this point…we then discovered our gate was “15 minutes” away and they were doing final call for boarding, so there was no time for a bacon roll and a coffee, sadly…Now I dunno who timed that estimation first of all…a tortoise perhaps, because we got there in less than 5 minutes, and I certainly wasn’t running! But I guess there are those who would take 15 minutes for one reason or another. Anyway, we made it!
Matthew’s parents picked us up at Faro Airport, having arrived the night before us. We had lunch and then spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing by the pool. The image above was my view. Exactly what was needed after two hectic days!