Welcome back liege, hi huffle - chalk me up as a third on the 'why does DH seem to be more in love with the baby than me?' list. Like you two, I'm not worried. I assume the Love Truck will run me down eventually...
Baby Planktonini is going to the osteopath today. He gets awful gas after every feed - cries and cries, then burps, then no more crying. The guy I'm taking him to has done wonders for my back, and I know him well so I know he's not one of the dreadful hippy bullshit takes-it-too-seriously types. Will report back.
Am currently in love with the cleaning lady. She runs a business - motherslittlehelpers.com - that basically covers anything new mums might need. Cleaning, hot meals, massage, little bundles of second hand newborn clothes for a fiver... Just signed up for the nappy service, £11 a week. Probably can't afford it for the long term (£572 a year!), but right now it's genius.
Also - I had my doubts about the vibrating chair that baby's Grandfolks/Great grandma bought him. I take it all back, it's genius! We pop him in it when he's fussy, and three minutes later - BAM! Asleep. Admittedly Planktonini is a very very cruise bubba, but still, it's pretty damn impressive. (Fisher Price, if you want to have a look at one!)
(Lastly - PMSL at my friend's description of her MLBU: 'a room full of equipment that, in any other context, you would assume were for having sex.' Couldn't be more true!)