Oh, good - must be hard for you, but well worth it in the end. I do wonder - and I think we talked about it earlier - whether this is in a way ds's "gift" to you - maybe if you'd had a girl this all would have stayed under the surface, but still needed to come out, and doing it now while he's so tiny is probably easier - at least in terms of his needs from you, iyswim? Sorry if I'm talking nonsense.
Don't worry about eating atm - make sure you have the good stuff alongside to keep healthy, though, and get yourself off for a haircut/manicure etc when you get a chance, just to give yourself a treat if you can - think a little image treat helps from time to time.
ds asleep atm - still has never yet slept a night - wee bugger did 10-4 3 nights running last week and we thought he was on to something - alas no! But he's cracking - on fine form and funny as anything. I do love this age (17mo) - tiring but rewarding, as this real little personality emerges. He's getting really into books - insists on lying on Aliens Love Underpants to fall asleep.
Something to make you laugh from dd - wrote this on blog for grandparents:
dd has recently become more TV obsessed. This is largely due to the Octonauts and our resolve being weakened by sleep deprivation. A recent conversation in the car is rather indicative, and worth recording for posterity:
dd (apropos of nothing, if I recall correctly). "Children need television to relax. grown-ups don't"
dh and I, in lax-parent-guilt mode: "Well, there are lots of other things you can do to relax, like read books or play with your toys"
dd, after a short pause "But Mummy, what if all the toys and books and everything was broken, and only the TV was left?"
Me: "well, um - we would write you a book" (triumphant)
dd: "No, Mummy - all the houses and everything is broken"
Me (increasingly wondering where this is going) "Well, in that case, we would go out and help the people rebuild their houses"
dd, now very amused with herself "No, Mummy - the people are all broken too".
There follows a short pause while we contemplate this apocalyptic scenario, in which all lies devastated, save one television, standing amidst the rubble, miraculously still showing Octonauts, plus one 4 year old glued to it.
Me, attempting to rescue the situation "But we would be sad if our friends were all broken".
dd, witheringly "Oh, Mummy. Our friends would not be broken"
Me. "Oh. Well, we could go and play with them, then".
dd sits back at this point, satisfied. "Yes, mummy. That's what I was trying to get you to say".