Congratulations, Vezzie. Love the name. Hope you are all well in the new family of four!
Spent blardy ages yesterday sorting out medical matters, as one of the kids at the CM's with Alex has measles (I didn't realise his parents hadn't had him vaccinated), and Alex's booster had been postponed several times due to coughs/tummy bugs, etc. We are a bit late, as the ill boy had a temperature on Monday, but seemed better in the afternoon so his parents came round with him for A's birthday tea, so if he was contagious then, A was exposed a long time before he got the jag.
Got A vaccinated, doctor decided DS1 should have his booster now, too, and that as I've never had measles I should have a jag as well. Cue rushing to the only pharmacie in town that's open at lunchtime to buy the vaccines and rushing back to surgery, to find a post-it on the door: the doctor had rushed off to his hairdresser's appointment as she had stayed behind specially to cut his hair. So he popped round afterwards looking v groomed and gave both DS2 and me an MMR jag in the living room, while ogling the pâtisseries MIL had bought from the nice shop up the road, and saying which ones he likes best. An oddly provincial French experience.
I feel like shit now.
Though that may not merely be the MMR, but also because DH and I took advantage of MIL's presence to go round the corner to a restaurant for dinner, and rather too much kir made with bramble liqueur was drunk, followed by red wine. We had a lovely time, and it brought home how destructive his working hours really are, as we just never get a chance to see one another properly.