Afternoon lovelies. Still haven't caught up but wanted to say Happy Anniversary! to Foxtrot and her hot husband. I've seen your updated fb profile pic, Foxy and I am surprised the two of you haven't been locked up for underage sex; you look bloody twelve and Mr. Fox looks fourteen (jammy bastards)!
I've read some of you are suffering breathlessness etc and I am lucky in that I feel exceptionally well so far except for my damned foot arches. It has got to the point recently where I am more-or-less housebound and I'm finding that very dispiriting. I am still very fit and full of energy but my feel are just agony. I saw the midwife today and she has given me the umber for the hospital physio but I don't have much hope of a solution. My biggest fear is gaining weight through immobility and I have a deep fear of becoming a fat fuck 
I will continue to read back (I have missed you all so, so much) but I notice already there is a big crazy Northern void in the shape of Jolls. Where is that young lady? Please come back, I can't be the only vile potty mouth on here 
Lumpy, how is your SPD? Slings: I ain't having one. I don't want my baby getting used to all that pick-me-up shit. In fact, the new house has a lovely long south facing garden where I intend to stick baby in its pram all next summer 