... so it must be a Wednesday.
I seem to have felt like this every Wednesday for the last few weeks.
After a few days of optimism about the health of my baby and now feel sh*tscared again, and the moment of truth is getting closer and closer and I'm feeling very apprehensive.
Also dd2 is so demanding atm, clingy and she's regressing - doing poos in her nappy, saying she doesn't want to go on the toilet...
I wish I could just switch off for a couple of days really. The mum of a boy in dd1's class has just had a healthy baby boy and I can't help looking at her with the baby and thinking and feeling all black and horrible thoughts.
It's just not bl*dy fair.