Rusks! Baby rice! Girders! All sound good. I have stopped taking the prescription iron which was making me feel digestively terrible (although I had stopped having those weird Victorian Vapoury moments, which was nice.) DP bought me a big box of Spatone last night but haven't started on that yet (to separate it from breakfast yoghurt, might have it after lunch).
Any news from Nutty? I can't believe what terrible luck she is having.
Thinking of Barbarella - ooh the excitement!
I really need to sit down and have a strategic chat with DP about Stuff and Organising, but I can't work out how to do it without putting his back up. Also in the evenings when he gets back I usually feel terrible so it might be better not to try to do it then. He is being really really lovely to me and I am being a terrible PITA (crying, no conversation, no energy, no imagination) so I have been putting off saying certain things. But I need to say them somehow or I am going to have some sort of ugly melt down.
It is so hard not to be physically able. I feel so frustrated. It is clear to me for the first time how getting other people galvanised into action is so much down to physical example - loads of the stuff I want done would be done by now if I had been able to get up and start it, DP would have joined in. Somehow just saying it needs to be done doesn't have any credibility, or meaning: I always have to physically start and finish every job that gets started and finished (DP does middle bits - starts after I have started and stops before the detail is done and things tidied up).
I have no idea how we are going to cope when we have a baby. I hope I will be fitter by then but basically over the past few months we have developed a slack tendency to be using 3 (THREE) rooms as crap rooms (things piled up, laundry drying etc). This actually, pathetically, REALLY stresses me, and he doesn't get it. I don't think we can afford the space for one crap room. I HATE things piled up in the dining room. I HATE IT. I just have this vision of me sitting with a baby permanently attached to me watching piles of crap rise around me.
(sorry, I know this is so pathetic in the grand scheme of things)