Someone please hand me a grip.
I went to the shed to get screen wash and I found what I presume is my gift from DH. A lovely dress, just my style. Similar to several of the dresses in my wardrobe that I would love to wear except I can't because I'm breastfeeding and there's no way I could get my boobs out in it.
And it's two sizes too big.
He's obviously put a lot of thought in but hasn't quite worked out why I'm living in leggings and v-necked tops at the moment. Stupid hormones and lack of sleep mean I'm finding it difficult to be rational and focus on the fact that it is a lovely dress.