Aaaaand...she lost it.
Sorry Brookers, no full night's sleep here last night. We had 10-1.20am, then 2.20-6.20am, will that do you? So as far as I can see, the secret is to completely over-stimulate the baby during the day with a parade of endless visitors and small children fighting over whose turn it is to hold the baby next. Possibly with a long drawn-out car journey as well, although as she slept in the car I'm not sure this is necessary. This is, however, quite hard to replicate in one's home on a daily basis.
Today has been HORRIBLE. Poor little M. We started off at the Sick Kids' Hospital having another kidney ultrasound and the DMSA scan. She was angelic during the ultrasound - just sucked my finger and lay pretty still while the doc did his stuff. But then two incompetent nurses tried to get a needle into a vein to give her the radioactive marker thingy and couldn't. They stabbed and stabbed her little hand and she howled and howled, so they moved onto a foot. That didn't work either, so the doc had to come and do it in her other hand.
She was scarlet with tears running down her little cheeks and struggling as hard as she could. Why can't the doc do it in the first place? Grr. We had to wait for 1.5 hrs for the marker to make its way through her system, and it took me all that time to calm down. Luckily she stayed asleep while being photographed with the gamma ray camera so that didn't take long.
Then we pootle off to Mothercare in search of a nursing bra or two and various odds and ends. Why oh why does Mothercare stock 9000000000 bras in sizes A-D and exactly 2 in 34F or G?
I was rummaging through the bras for ages, then tried some on and no one came near me to help, so I came out v cross having guessed at the size. Then we go over to the till and this is when the assistant chooses to ask me if I need any help with the fitting
. Too late! I say not now, and she asks when I'm due!
DH holds up the car seat and she starts asking us all about 'him'. We're pointedly saying 'SHE' when answering but it didn't sink in until she had to scan some girl clothes. M was wearing all white - that doesn't scream boy to me.
Then I go into New Look to try to find a light summer jacket and come out jacket-less feeling like a big fat pie. Try H&M and feel even worse. All the S/S pastel blazers look ridiculous on me - buttons straining over my enormo-boobs. Even in size 16 . I used to be a 12 and I felt fat then (I'm only 5'2" and my twin's a size 8).
I finally find a jacket I like, but they only had it in a 10, so DH cheers me up by saying we can order it online. Come home, go online and...it's completely sold out. 
M fed and fed when we got in and then vommed pretty much all of it back up. [frustrated emoticon} She did vom on DH in an attempt to cheer me up, though.