I had the most vivid dream last night about breastfeeding my son! (still team yellow, but have an inkling it's a blue one). It was the most surreal thing ever, having never had a baby before so therefore no idea what it feels like, but this baby was loving the boob! Perhaps it's a sign, DH and I had tested the new steriliser last night before going to bed (rock and roll) so perhaps this was bean's protest!
eeyore I am also
at the prices of sleeping bags, but figure that as the shops have 2.5 tog in stock now, they should be having some sales in Nov/Dec/Jan when I intend to be an online bargain hunting fiend.
I'm worried about the logistics of a moses basket in our room, only location is at foot of our bed but that would be about 1m from the radiator, so perhaps too hot? If all else fails I'm resigned to adopting vix's approach and moving into the spare room. DH is useless without his sleep, and he will be the one bringing home the bacon whilst I'm off!
I keep having coffee breaks from my dissertation writing whilst fondling and stroking all the baby clothes we've built up. Just want this damn thing out of the way (12 days and counting) and then no more studying! Hurrah!