Afternoon ladies.
Just got back from an extremely exciting trip to buy a kitchen bin and some clothes pegs. Don't tell me I don't know how to live.
Lupins, if you want to talk anytime then you have my email address. I'm not sure if you want to hear my tuppence worth, feel free to ignore me. While what your DH is doing is completely unacceptable, reading about it makes me more than . I know it's so easy to shout 'kick him out', 'give him what for' etc, but it's a serious situation that needs clear thinking before you tackle it. You've been through nine years together and some terrible lows and amazing highs. Losing Morgan and your brother, panic attacks, having Willow and Arlen for example are all monumental things that have affected you in countless ways. They have also affected DH and his distance, denial and burying his head in the PC while absolutely disgusting also reeks of him hiding. What is he like with babies? How was he with Willow? I can't believe any father would willingly be so hands-off with their little newborn without some underlying cause. Is he better once they get older (I know far too many Dads who can't cope with children until they start talking/walking etc- sad but they just can't relate)? Is he frightened? Has he properly dealt with what happened to Morgan? Everything is your decision and you do what is best for you- we'll all help if we can- but growing apart so slowly takes a long time, it takes just as long to grow back towards each other if that's what you want. He has to be willing though and he has to know how you feel. Sorry to ramble on. If you want to sort things out with him then you've got 9 years together to draw on and it will take complete and utter honesty and him making changes. I might be completely wrong, but I hate to think of you feeling so and thinking your only options are to stick in there and be treated so terribly or try and find a way out. I can't believe he is happy, you're clearly not happy and if you want to sort it now is the time, you have two beautiful little children and they and you deserve a Dad and husband that sees that. Oh I wish I was closer, I'd come and scoop you up in a big hug and feed you icecream.
Ramble over...
Went out last night and had such a lovely time. Saw fabby folk singers (Mathilda likes the ukulele, she was jigging away like a proper little folkie at times), got Chinese on the way home and ate it in bed. Didn't get to sleep till 1am and was exhausted but it felt nice to be doing something so reminiscent of pre-pregnancy. Also had a lie-in this morning and have been for lunch in a little cafe. Very pleased with my Brabantia boing bin- you know you smack the top and it boings open. Oh, simple things, simple minds.
We're having a bbq this summer to celebrate the birth of our first little nipper. If anybody fancies a trip to Norfolk you are of course cordially invited. We're having it at the IL's house- much bigger than ours, enormous garden and friends with children can relax as our house is right on the river, tis not very safe. Am deadly serious, will let you know when it's planned for- a Sunday in July/August probably and there's lots and lots of space and bbq food planned, beds if you want to crash. Would be lovely to have you all visit and I consider it a sort of outreach programme- get some of you out of the Big Smoke and out in the fresh air. You might want to come a bit early though so I can hold some kind or orientation session. How to get around without an underground death train, why the air isn't black with smog and what to do if next door's cows get into the garden- all to be covered in detail with enough time for questions at the end. We need a [cheekymare] emoticon I think.
DH is taking me somewhere for the day on Monday. It's our second wedding anniversary (8yrs today since he asked me to be his girlyfriend) and it's a surprise. Last year I had complete laryngitis on our anniversary, couldn't speak at all and he'd planned so much lovely stuff. We went to Cambridge, moonlight punting, had a meal, saw a band, got up the next day and went to a rural life museum with a farm attached to it (don't laugh, I loved it) and the whole time I couldn't say a word. People must have thought we were so in love, gazing endlessly into each other's eyes. In reality I couldn't speak and he learnt very quickly that if he said anything cheeky safe in the knowledge that I couldn't retaliate, I would swiftly stamp on his toes. I wonder where we're going...
I'm off to do some laundry and boing my bin. Will come back later and catch up properly on how much more exciting the lives of all the May07ers are than mine...