at using the arguing-non-stop method of contraception, Scream! I got the mini-pill from the doc but have so far not managed to take it for 14 consecutive days, thus ensuring that I'm safe to bonk. It's because you have to take it within the same 3 hour window every day - I suck at that. I think I'm currently on 6 days. DH has taken to bringing me a glass of water at bedtime and going 'have you taken your pill yet?'.
Yay for Day 1! sort of wibble We will be Shredding and Shedding those pounds! God, Dream, in my wildest dreams I don't imagine being 8 stone 9 
. And I'm 5'2" so I could be, in theory. I was 8 stone aged 20, living in France with cooking facilities consisting of a hob and a kettle, and no money so I had to walk everywhere and not buy much food. Since then it's all gone a bit apple-shaped. My ultimate, ultimate goal is 9 stone, but my first goal is 10 stone so only 15lb to go. I was 10 stone pre-DD1. I went on a big diet and exercise kick in 2009 and got down to 9 stone 6, but that's the best I've been for a long time. Anyway, it is far too depressing to think about how far I've got to go, so I shan't. I shall Shred when DH comes home to distract M and dog. Last time I Shredded I had to shut the dog out because he thought I was playing and kept jumping up at me or bringing me a tennis ball or sniffing my face when I was trying to do sit-ups. Anyway, at least at first I want to be undisturbed by baby and dog. DH won't be home until 6.30 and will probably be starving...hmm.
Dream, I don't get dressed until I have to walk the dog. Right now, I'm still in my nightie sitting on the sofa feeding M. I only shower in the mornings if I'm going into town or visitors are coming or something - I have a bath at night when DH is home instead. Like Scream I often try to work out scenarios where I could help you by walking twins for you in the middle of the night, but they aren't very practical.
Scream, hope Autumn's jabs go okay today! 
And M was zonked after hers after screaming for a while and causing us to resort to Calpol so you might find that A gives you a bit more sleep.
Grr, I hate it when the phone rings, forcing you to hop up disturbing the sleeping/feeding baby on your lap and then it turns out to be a recorded message offering to reclaim your PPI or to give you unlimited free calls! 
Pomme, don't know anything about reflux starting late/cranial osteopathy, but hopefully last night was just a blip and you won't need to know either!
Something occurred to me the other day that I thought might help with the nanny/night nanny guilt. Up until very recently women did not bring up their children alone. I think it's only been since WW2, and even then larger families often employed someone to help. Before then if you were middle/upper class you employed a nanny, a cook and a housemaid minimum - look at Noel Streatfeild's Ballet Shoes, in which the family is struggling for cash but still employs all of the above. It was called three servant poverty. If you were working class you had your 'village', either literally or figuratively, and you often lived very close to your parents, your in-laws and the rest of your family. All of these people helped with your children. More recently, in the 60s, my granny had an au pair to help her with what at one point was 4 kids under 4 and then became 5 kids under 7. There's 2.5 years between my oldest uncle and my dad and his twin, and then my aunt came along only 15 months after the twins. My youngest uncle is 3 years younger again. My point being, she had live-in help. Don't beat yourselves up for feeling lost and scared on your own, and take all the help you can get, be it family, friends or paid assistance. You're following an age-old tradition.
It's taken me a v long time to write this essay - apologies in advance for any cross-posting!