Evening ladies
gator you've heard some of the shit that I've shared/shouted these last weeks on this thread. I think pretty much anything goes. And food is so tied up with our emotions, it's impossible to discuss one without the context of the other. In the coming days and weeks and months this will affect you, and we're here to support you in the full knowledge of what you are going through.
LMD you sound a bit steamrollered honey. What a ratbag of a week. I really hope you're not too uncomfortable and are being fed something vaguely edible.
I am utterly shocked by the amount of non cooking/needing instruction DH's. I think I've landed on my feet as DP is a whizz in the kitchen. You poor darlings.
whooshy that's very funny about your dp gaining your lost stone. Serves him bloody right, the little piggy. Arf arf.
pisci I'm extending an arm of love for your shitty day. 
notso you bread nob! 
I would have shamelessly made someone escort me to the car.
eva that is bad luck about your belly! I thought mine was utterly wrecked. When I was pregnant the first time, I was 18 and I got the most hideous looking stretchmarks all over my boobs and lower belly. I was fucking mortified at the time and felt my life was ruined. I have since come to realise how lightly I got off, as they faded and don't extend far up my tummy at all. By some insane miracle, my twin pregnancy when I was 27 didn't alter my body one jot....
The only thing I can attribute this to is that I got really heavy whilst I was at uni weighing 16 stone (post 1st dc) and then lost weight (6 stone doing atkins over one year) I think I was too skinny at the end, weighing 10 stone and size eight (oh the irony) and wham! I fell pregnant with the twins. I think because I was so slender during that pregnancy, but my skin clearly had remembered being bigger 
that I didn't get a single stretch mark or anything. The bloody birth was a piece of piss compared to the fanny wrecking first time round as well [wizards sleeve emoticon] Even though the second twin was bum first (double breech?) and born in his bag!
You know, when I get on to waffling like this, I can't help but feel so bloody grateful for having a body in the first place. I remember when I was diagnosed with cervical cancer, I sat in front of the mirror, (and at that point I had gone mega fat again and weighed 20 stone!) and I swore to myself that I would never give my body a hard time for the way I looked. I fell in love with myself at that moment in time, as I knew that without this vehicle to travel through life with, I was nothing - quite literally. I love my body, and I love that I can be me in it. Me the person, but also me the mother, friend, partner.
Blimey. Dunno where that came from.
On another note. Think I have got raging thrush off the flucox I got for the nose infection. Fanjo is sore and doesn't look as it should. Nipples sore too - and not in a hormonal way. Humph. Pharmacy tomorrow I think.
Am weighing daily and writing it on the noticeboard in the kitchen. Sts until yesterday when I dropped a kilo woop woop.