Slightly less self-centred post...
Smegs, hope the thrush clears up quickly!
Ninja, wow, weaning already! I thought DD was just a teeny baby - how old is she now? I can't believe she's old enough for weaning!
Pet, your trip sounds amazing.
I went to the German market in Edinburgh on Sunday but I bet it's not a patch on the real thing. I had mulled cider instead of gluhwein, mmm.
Sorry, Dream, I didn't mean to upset you. But couldn't DH take the DC for a walk the same as you would? If DD is having separation anxiety though then it must be v hard going. Persevere with the time to yourself, though - you may have cried the last time out of sheer exhaustion
, but give yourself another go. Even if you don't actually sleep it's still a break for you from the refereeing, as you say. I want to just give you a big hug!
Scarlet, gosh, that's pretty intensive homework! You can do it - you are so strong and you have your goal firmly in mind. I'm so sorry to hear about the big C and DS being ill during your MCs. It must have been horrendous for you. I forgot to say earlier, but actually my milk coming in with DD1 wasn't that bad. I was actually weirdly fascinated by it - my boobs, producing milk! Plus I'd spent a lot of time during pg worrying that I wouldn't have any milk to bf with (kind of putting the cart before the horse, as it turned out), so it was reassuring to know that I could produce it. The only day that was really bad (to do with the milk) was the day my milk actually came in, it was Day 5, so that plus the baby blues, plus grief, plus I had terrible diarrhoea from being on broad-spectrum ABs, and I felt all shaky and feverish and my boobs ached - it wasn't a good day. I didn't get an injection, though - the MW said they didn't do it any more in our trust and she told me to take Nurofen and get savoy cabbage instead. She changed my ABs too, which helped.
I have the fire on and the living room is up to 18.5 degrees. My feet are freezing, though, and the rest of the house is icy. DH is on his way home with more coal, because we hardly have any left. I'm not sure what we're going to do tonight - all sleep in the living room? It's the only room with a fireplace. M is currently asleep in her pram carrycot on the living room floor, fully dressed, in her sleeping bag, wrapped in a blanket and covered in another one. Her cheeks are rosy, so I think she's warm enough.