Congrats to liath!!! Lovely news.
I'm here, however, to have a moan - so feel free not to read. I feel a bit guilty posting this really, as those of you with newborns - even where you are truly happy - are bound to be having a tougher time.
Had the day from HELL yesterday. Tooth niggles (yep, you can get them there too, girls!) all day, making me paranoid that I'm going to have a real dental flare-up (not uncommon for me), but that was just the underlying thing. Poor DS was in a complete strop all day: real tantrums, biting himself in fury and so on. And naturally, DP (who is around a lot) wasn't home until 10.30 at night. Part of the problem was DS had banged his head badly (real egg), but mostly I think he is just unsettled about the new baby, even though he doesn't understand. It took me nearly TWO hours to get him down at night, as well - the child who usually takes a minute after his bath and story to go to sleep. 'Mumma - more cuddle.' Enough to break your heart, even as you are thinking 'Oh, just f**k off and sleep, babe.' I felt so dreadful, thinking that.
But it has all made me feel I'm not going to cope well with two. And it has also made me terrified of the (very real) possibility of a C-section, because DS needs me to be as normal as poss. He's only two, he's too little to be naughty and manipulative; he's just testing both boundaries and how secure he is, bless him. But it still makes me weep in my own fury. Plus I'm 41 - I feel so old!
Sorry, Loooooooooooooong post. If anyone has got to the end, thank you. Helps sometimes to get it off your chest.