Having resigned ourselves to the fact that we would, indeed, be moving to Oman, Thomas co-ordinated with his work that Margaux and I would accompany him for a week when he had to go to Muscat.
And so we found ourselves in the last week of August in stinking hot Muscat - a change of scenery from stinking hot Dubai at least. I had been taking Margaux every day to different indoor play centres, which would entertain her for an hour or two but who wants to live in a mall? Anyway...
Before we arrived I had co-ordinated Margaux's and my attendance at two Mums and Tots groups, which I was very excited about. Apart from Margaux's and my social enjoyment, I had some serious interrogating to do of other Mums: I had to find out the mostly highly recommended gynaecologist, hospital for childbirth, area to live, nursery, paediatrician... And I did! I also met a couple of women who are my friends today, even though I haven't been to a Mums and Tots group since we arrived.
Significantly as a result of that, we ended up living where we do now, and I had a great gynaecologist who always had a long waiting list for appointments. I had hoped to see her while we were there but the only option was to take an appointment in a month's time (!), which I duly did. (I booked it for a Saturday so Thomas could look after Margaux. I flew down in the morning, bought a second-hand pram I'd found online that someone in Muscat was selling, had my appointment, and flew back in time for dinner).
We were mentally gearing up for the Big Move, but we still had to sit out the rest of the summer in Dubai... Ugh.
(This photo was taken on August 22)
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