They really stress me out. Just looked at dd's for the first time 6 weeks down the line and realise I should have been measuring her height every week as well as her weight. Just tried to get a footprint but she screamed the house down as if we were torturing her, all the while shouting at older ds to get out from under our feet while we do this all important thing, making him cry, which makes me cry. Trying to be a conscientious mum but end up feeling like the worst mum in the world.
Yet another guilt trip and I voluntarily paid 20 effing quid for the privilege!
I never learn. Ds is 3 and I still haven't filled in the part about his first Christmas 