DD2 is 5 weeks. She was a very welcome surprise, but by god I had blanked out how rotten the newborn stage is. She has three states: sleeping, feeding, and screaming. The latter predominates; the former is rare and very hard won. Occasionally I get rewarded with a smile, but most often these are reserved for the cat.
I am a knackered, scruffy harridan, barking at poor DD1 and fat through ready meals and comfort chocolate. AIBU to be counting down the days until she's a lovely giggly 6month old?