Hi ladies,
Sorry for leaving it so long again despite my best intentions - Dongle is slow and frustrating, as is waiting for BT and Sky to get their respective acts together and get our broadband installed.
Plus have been frantically trying to get things painted/unpacked/fixed etc so that designerbaby mk 2 has somewhere to sleep and something to wear! That combined with ridiculously low energy levels, and general discomfort means that turning computer on hasn't really happened, and when it has a bit of lurking is all I've managed!
It seems I've missed a busy week though - HOW many babies!? I'm not going to attempt a list of congrats because I'm bound to miss someone off in my addled state... So I hope it will suffice to say a huge congrats to all mummies.
Not much to report here... The fight for my waterbirth at the MW led unit continues - I have another appointment with a consultant on Tuesday to try and get it resolved.
That said I'm feeling increasingly lacking on confidence with the whole thing... Like maybe I was just a bit rubbish last time and couldn't handle the pain, that maybe I won't be able to handle it this time, and will end up with either a C-section based solely on the fact that I'm a pathetic wimp, or another epidural/forceps nightmare and end up peeing poo for the rest of my life.
I had been feeling all empowered about it up til now, but as D-day approaches... Dunno. Feel a bit weepy and helpless about it all, which I despise in myself.
I think being generally knackered and really not getting any time to rest probably isn't helping. DD is full on all day, and by the time I've got her to bed, cooked dinner, cleared up and waded through whatever chores/unpacking needs doing it's really late. Plus am not sleeping well at all as hips are really sore.
Feeling peeved at DH as he keeps wanting me to do stuff, when what I really want him to say is "here, why don't I do that and you lie down and put your feet up/have an early night". He's working super hard on all fronts though, so I don't really feel I can say "No I can't help you build the chest of drawers/paint the bedroom/sort through box x"...
His idea of helping round the house is to continually load stuff into the washing machine, then dumping on the airer or sofa for me to hang up/iron/fold/generally deal with. I know he's trying to help, but stuffing it (somewhat randomly) into the machine and pressing the button isn't the half of "doing laundry" is it? Meanwhile I'm faced with an increasing mountain of ironing, which am finding it increasingly difficult both physically and mentally to tackle.
Oh bollocks. This wasn't supposed to be a whingey moany me me me post. Think I'll probably bugger off before I bring down the general baby euphoria and try and post again when less of a weepy moany wimp.
Got a mountain of fecking ironing to do anyway...
Sorry ladies [shuffles of to be self-pitying in private and cease inflicting it on others]
db
xx