Moving Day

Moving day turned into moving weeks. We finally decided not to buy the flat and are back in rented accommodation for various reasons mainly the unpermanentness of both our jobs and the hubby not being entirely happy with the flat for sale. Our new rented apartment is much bigger then the last and in town which is much more convenient for me.
We moved out of the old place on the 31st August, but by the time we had electricity a phone line and various other bits and pieces sorted we stayed at my mother-inlaws. And didn’t actually move into the flat until a week later, during that week I spent every day at the new place trying to unpack. The whole affair was very frustrating for me and took forever. On moving day I couldn’t do much and everyone kept telling me off for trying. While the guys were lifting all the heavy stuff I had to sit and watch, and then once everything was in the new place it took me forever to unpack because I had to wait for my hubby to come and move the heavy things into the right rooms etc. And on top of it all we were staying at my motherinlaws who kept wanting to feed me all the time, and we were sleeping on a single bed which wasn’t fun in this heat, I woke up with back ache every day.
A week was more then enough with my motherinlaw. I love her to pieces but after a week of her telling me what to eat, when to eat it, when to rest and when to sleep I was ready to leave. Still it was nice not having to think about the housework for a week.
After 24 hours in the new flat the kids upstairs were already driving me crazy. It sounds like we have a herd of elephants living upstairs, and in the evenings all the kids from the neighbourhood get together and play right outside our bedroom and living room windows. Up until a few days ago it was still very hot so we had all the windows open, you can only imagine how noisy it was, still i shouldn't complain pur kids will be making lots of noise before we know it.
I think we are now finally settled and just as life is returning to normal I am off to London again for the Festival of Life on the 27th September. I can’t wait, I wont be selling food this time because it is too tiring, but I will be there doing a food demo and selling my products.
I am looking forward to seeing everyone again, this will be the last time before the baby is born. I am now at the point in my pregnancy that I have been waiting for; people are started to notice that I am pregnant. Wherever I go I get asked how far gone I am, and then I get the shocked disbelieving look and the ‘wow 6 months, you don’t look it’, I love that part.
We have also been having fun now that the baby can hear us and responds to our voices and noises. Every night before we go to sleep Panos gives my belly some really loud kisses and the baby starts to kick, I think it is so funny, then he asks Meli silly things like do you love daddy more and waits for a response, sometimes he gets the answer he wants to hear other times Meli favours me and doesn’t respond to his silly antics.
Now that we are in our own home I have taken charge of my eating habits again and I feel so much better for it. Honey has become my new best friend, maybe it is the association of meli (the name if have given to the baby) meaning honey in Greek. Honey and walnuts are my favourite right now, but honey and apple or pear is good too oh and honey and tahini mixed together spread on fruit is amazing.
Having my blender and kitchen equipment has been heaven, carob smoothies have been featuring every day and I just made the best raw apple crumble, I can’t wait to give some to Panos and see his reaction. I may share the recipe with you some time.