I was working today, you feckin' baggages. Tsk.
Oh, ok, I was answering lot of emails, talking to my mum (miserable now - more later) and getting my boss to interview people for my job. He's picked someone. Yay.
Trying to talk DH into buying my friend's 11 year old Jag. It's cool. No chance of it having isofix fittings!
Ummm. Saw midwife. Damn baby is lying on my back - the little tyrant. Been sleeping on my side for months. How could she do this to me? M/w said not to bother trying to turn her for a few weeks as she's not "fixed" in position til later. No wonder my back is killing me.
Hippoburping was very good, but made loads of emotional stuff come up (when talking about bonding) about me feeling guilty about this baby being "wanted" and that DD1 wasn't (at first; obviously was wanted when she arrived). And that I'm really prepared for this baby and she's getting such a better start in life. Blah, blah. Boo hoo. I can't really explain why I feel so bad about it.
Then I have my mum on the phone telling me how her world revolved around me when I was little and she was on her own. Cue more guilt for me about having had a "life" when DD was little and going out a lot and for not reading her stories every night.
Mum telling me how "precious" the first few hours and weeks are with a new baby. More guilt about not even being able to remember feeling like that when DD was born. Can't remember feeling anything but relieved after the birth. No mushy stuff. Just seem to remember getting on with things. Mother has conveniently forgotten how stressful it was coming home wiht a baby knowing you were about to get kicked out of the house. "You're not bringing up your child in this house..."
It's probably hormones. Want to go and see the Hippoburping lady for her getting rid of "emotional baggage" therapy sessions, but since the cost would be almost as much as the Mountain Buggy, I think I may have to find another way to deal with it. Anyway, going home to be morose until bedtime, probably shout at DH and DD and feel worse than ever.
Sorry, I shall bugger off now and keep my misery to myself. Adios.