I'd love to see your pic, Effie! Any chance of a link?
What a fiasco of a morning. Had to take LO to see HV, which is a few miles away. She said the appointment was between 11.30 and 12 so I booked a taxi (not that straightforward round here) to take us and collect us, and it turned out to be a baby clinic where you just wait. The waiting room was full of giant coughing babies and their mums who all ignored me, even though I breezed "Hello!" I think because I wasn't a local. My cab came to collect me again after an hour so I left (to the receptionist's disgust) as there were still seven babies ahead of me. It turned out it was just for her to be weighed and we have her six week check this Monday anyway, so basically I have wasted my time. Sorry to sound like a Prima Donna and I know it's very minor but I have found all this irksome - I didn't have much sleep last night and it's all been a hassle I don't need. Furthermore, as I left, one of the mothers said "Talk about stuck up!" and another one said "Did you see her handbag?"...and I think they were talking about me I couldn't be LESS stuck up so it's all a bit cross making. I'm a bit shocked as well. So much for the rural idyll! Good heavens, what on earth will it be like when DD starts school? Are they going to pelt me with turnips or something when I collect her? Oh well, bum to them. I miss my friends in London though.
The good news is someone has moved to my village who knows someone at DP's work, and she put a card through my letterbox yesterday asking if I wanted a coffee Her DS is 20 months. Maybe I'll have more luck with her.
Quickly, after that wonderful six hour sleep or whatever the other night, last couple of days DD has now regressed and wants to be fed every two hours instead of every three to three and a half, but is taking less in at these feeds. I am guessing this is just a phase and it's all variable, this feeding lark. Is that so?