Have been expressing in advance of a no-kids wedding we've been invited to this weekend. DH offered to do a trial run with 8 week-old DD tonight in the spare room to let me get a bit of sleep. I finally got up at 1am after hearing her squawking on and off for over an hour to find thoroughly exasperated and emotional DH, red-faced and over-tired DD and only about 1floz less in the bottle than there was to start with. She latched on to my nipple like she hadn't eaten for a month and I have only just got her to nod off in my arms (DH is now also asleep).
I think we might be cancelling last minute on the bride and groom :(
Plus, the fridge is full of bottles of expressed milk I've been working on all week! Wah!