Coconuts stop being mad. It is a tribute to how well you must be coping that you can even THINK about your weight, but honestly, give yourself a bit more time. (Disclaimer: what with SCBU and being in a right state about F I actually put on weight after he was born, what with chucking down chocolate and wine like it was going out of style. But still, I have a point dammit).
I kind of worry about wanting another as well. Because I emphatically DO NOT want to be pg again or go through that hideous worry again - and really, given how this pg ended there is NO point at which we would be feeling safe. And I do want to get back on track with work, and life generally. And a social life while we still can. And holidays and houses and childcare and everything else are way easier for a family of four.
And yet... the NEED to be pg is not something you can rationalise, is it? I suppose I will have to wait and see.
MummyA glad all going well and crossing fingers for a lovely easy birth. I can start watching out for your update now!
Glittery Supermum? Pah. I wish. I have a lovely childminder, husband and mum who are helping me keep the show on the road. And am considering a cleaner - would you? The house is a pit, although the kids and I do make it out in clean clothes every day. So all fine as long as we never have guests again
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Don't worry about being Horrible Shouty Mummy. I went through periods of being a right cow; combo, I think, of sleep deprivation and DS1 being difficult post-baby. It passed and he's not only forgiven but forgotten.
Not much to report: F has finally cut first tooth but is in a state; hot and miserable (very uncharacteristic). Can crawl in a Quasimodo-stylee, dragging one leg, but prefers to sit and yell till you bring him whatever it is he wants/pick him up. I am well trained.
We go away on Monday for a few days, is a tiny house in a town two hours away that I've long wanted to see. I am very unambitious re hols these days: ideal is somewhere two hours' drive away so I can buy what we've forgotten or, if necessary, nip back for it
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F is getting to the point of giving up bfing, mostly I suspect because most days I can only feed a maximum of twice due to work. He's fine with it and forgetting already (keeps trying to latch on to my shoulder and the wrong bit of boob and all sorts) but I'm bereft.
Feel I'm losing the last thing only I can do for him. When really I should feel pleased we managed it at all. Am not logical.
Love to everyone else.