Thanks for the potty training feedback. I'll put it off for a bit, as A really isn't ready.
I remember being PG with DS1 in subtropical heat, and can sympathise with Bicnod and Bebe.
I, too, am very short-tempered. DS1 and A quarrel non-bloody-stop, and it is doin' ma heid in. DS1 winds A up, and A attacks DS1 for the slightest thing. And I shout.
DS1 had to have a chest x-ray today as, in spite of the awful heat here, he has a vile, scary cough. Haven't spoken to doc yet, but radiologist report says beginnings of pneumonia-type symptoms in one lung, as far as I can interpret it.
Tomorrow I am meant to drive with DS1 and A to FIL's, 5-6hrs away, to hook up with my Mum, as she and DS1 are meant to fly to Edin on Sat, where the bracing temperatures are not quite what a doctor would order. A and I are to follow on July 12th.
I am endlessly going over the options and fretting. DH's motorbike was "stolen" by morons who trashed it and left it 600m from the house, and so he is now "sharing" my car. Getting to the x-ray place involved half the town helping us out, and DH is racking up the speeding offences, in my name.
I look so knackered the Jehovah's Witnesses who rang the bell this evening said "Oh là , là , Madame, you look exhausted. Here's a leaflet to read, we'll trouble you no longer. Bon courage." Every cloud, and all that....!!