Oh how long it has been. I am sooo sorry for my ridiculous absence. Besides being mad, panic busy I've been reluctant to come on here because of another user on the site. I obviously can't go into detail here and it's a pretty boring story anyway, but I didn't feel overly comfortable posting. Still not entirely sure I feel happy, but I miss you all and wanted to check in to see if everyone is okay.
justmee so, so pleased for you and I hope everything is going as well as it can. I imagine you'll be swinging between joy and anxiety in equal measure, but you're right to see this as a gift from K. No one would, for a second, think you were trying to replace him and you must never think that.
frazzled I hope you've done the opposite of what I probably would have done (unless someone dragged me kicking and screaming) and gone to the doctor. Sometimes we get through a series of hellish hurdles successfully only to slump at the other side. I hope you're feeling better. You're not alone, if it helps?
Julez It's all go for you, isn't it? Hope you're coping okay. Hope Oliver copes with dairy to make life a fraction easier for you.
Lunatic If it helps, I don't feel 'so much younger' than anyone. Thought I'd had kids relatively young considering my circle of friends and yet I'm still one of the oldest Mums at school. Not sure if that's more to do with where I live or there never being anything good on telly, but there you go!
Coconuts Frantic waves and apologies for not being here. How are your two cheeky little monkeys doing?
DS has just turned 4 and DD will be 1 very soon. Where does the time go? It seems no time at all that I was here at 22 weeks pregnant, wobbling away like a mad thing. Trying so hard not to want another one and I know I won't have one. It just feels a bit final now. I've lost 1 and a 1/2 stone since the beginning of this year and I just need to lose 7lbs more to be back to my former pre-children physique, so I'm obviously trying to tell myself it's all done with. Packed up all the baby things and shipped them out of the house to pregnant friends at the weekend to try to get my head around the fact that I'm finished, but I'd be lying if those niggly little thoughts like..."If I had a happy accident..." or "You can always go out and buy all this stuff again..." didn't creep into my head sometimes. Hormones are naughty. The more realistic side of me knows that I can't bear TTC ever again and that, even if I did, that one would still grow up far too quickly. 
Waves to anyone I've missed!