On the plus side, I've actually got some energy back and managed to do some bulk soup making, using up the back log from the veg box, which should help me have something nutritious and easy to eat when I get home from work and collapse and saves wasting food, which I hate (meant to cancel this week's delivery, but forgot thanks to baby brain). Cooking is something I find rewarding and therapeutic (I know not everyone feels like that!), so not having the energy to do anything but make toast has been getting me down. Also caught up on washing the huge pile of clothes in the basket and planting the plants I ordered just before I took the test and which have been sitting about slowly dying ever since. Small victories, but I've been feeling so pathetic and overwhelmed and useless. God, I've missed my get-up-and-go, so it's glorious having a little bit of it back. And I've not sobbed once today. Boobs feel ultra sensitive, but today is the first day I've felt remotely like myself for about a month, which has made me panicky about how I'm going to cope with the months ahead. So hard to just accept the limitations and take it one step at a time. I'm a first-time mum at 37 and used to being in total control of my life... I can say goodbye to all that now, I'm guessing. Yikes.