Boff, that you're not well. Hopefully it's not swine flu
& yes - DH is very lucky we're not penguins! Although I do look stylish in black & white.
The nanny salaries are outrageous. Perhaps I could start charging DH, seeing as that's what I appear to be in this household
conker, I wish you could remember the poem too 'Ride the wave of pain' would've really wound me up! But it's really nice that he's looking after you all so well (& I won't throw anything at you, I promise )
Auld, glad MIL is still being useful - maybe she should move in full time? LOL at her imagined crisis.
Nutty, it's very good of you to consider DH's hypothetical future children - whilst logically I know that I'd want DH to be happy if I died, I'm not sure I could facilitate it! You're a better woman than I am!
Big LOL at FanjoLive
Hahahaha, brett - George is forever being unceremoniously dumped into his chair. It's the only place other than our arms that he'll even consider settling for a couple of minutes. Before I just gave in & accepted that we co-sleep, he spent a couple of nights in his chair. & it didn't even occur to me that it might be bad
BB He insulted your lasagne? Bloody cheek!
TMI conker, I had really bad piles (which I left to get worse for about a week, because my stitches were so sore that the piles were totally a secondary issue!) - try not to sit, if you can help it. Spend as much time lolling around as possible instead of putting pressure on your bum. I used Anusol externally at first, to shrink them a bit, then when I was able to I used it internally. & finally, when they were small enough, I started covering them with the cream & pushing them back in. It's all a bit unpleasant, but it worked. & the cream makes them a bit less sore, too.
Hahahahaha, oh gosh, I laughed far too much to see that I'm referred to as the expert on piles (thanks Nutty )
WFH, I never mind you being a bit blunt & FWIW, I think you're right anyway - blunt or not.
George is wearing the mis-matched, low-maintenance chic of a size 2 Pampers nappy underneath a blue vest, yellow scratchmitts &, the piece de resistance, cow print socks. He's also accessorising with lots of spit bubbles & is styled with mad 'dragged through a hedge backwards' hair.
Bleu, to be perfectly honest, I would just give up on the BF at this point. Of course, whichever decision you make has to be your decision. But Meg will be perfectly fine on formula - & will thrive however you feed her. There are far more important things in looking after a baby than how they're fed. She'd rather have cuddles from a calm, happy mummy than a mummy who's tense & dreading the next feed. You've given it such a good go & things are still so very difficult for you - & seem to be getting worse. Nobody at all could fault you for your efforts, but maybe it is time to let it go? xx