Squid, I am officially slapping you round the face with a wet muslin nappy kipper. Behave yourself woman! It took 9 months for your body to build the supplies you needed to nourish and feed a baby. You cannot expect most of it to simply melt away in 10 weeks. You are (as usual) being too hard on yourself (I should know!). Give it time and give your boyfriend a prod somewhere tender from me idiot man. And maybe go back and read almost any of the things you have told me in response to my own meltdowns, they are exactly the sort of things you need to hear right now but you write them much more eloquently than I could
Or, if you would prefer the gently gently response: have a hug and some
, poor girl, I bet you are feeling rotten with the cold and then the weight thing has hit you harder than it otherwise would. You are brave for weighing yourself at all, I haven't dared.
We took Alice swimming for the first time today, in her hot pink (and massive) wetsuit. She liked it some of the time, wasn't sure some of the time and grizzled a bit, but overall it wasn't too traumatic! We are a bit skanky and don't bath her much so she hasn't had that much time in water yet, so she did really well. Going to make it a weekly thing. She has been zonked out, apart from feeding, ever since (4 hrs and counting). Hmm...
feelings about birth - similar to Orenishii, still feel that I let myself down (I know, I know, too hard on myself right?) but overall having heard lots of far more traumatic birth stories, feel a bit crap for making such a fuss about mine. I wrote a long birth story out intending to stick it on here for catharsis but never did as I felt like I was being pathetic compared to some of you hardcore nutters who went through much more trauma and took it all in your stride! I want another child, definitely, maybe 2 more but think I'm too old to have 2 more unless it's twins. I think second time round is highly likely to be... if not easier, certainly shorter and for me that will be easier because the length of time everything took, and the corresponding strain on my back, was one of the things that contributed to my birth being so hard. I'd still go for a homebirth with a birthing pool next time and I'd request G&A from the start.
Christmas - heading to deepest darkest suburb of London on Xmas day for a few hours with my folks and family, many of whom have not yet met Alice. Simultaneously looking forward to it and dreading it. Want to show her off, as obviously she is amazing pfb syndrome but equally think it will be very full on and possibly a bit much for her me! DH and I , who are not very sentimental, are seriously debating whether to bother buying Alice a present, partly because she will get loads from others but mainly because, well, she won't have a clue what is going on! So who would we actually be doing it for? Are we cool, convention-bucking, sensible people, or are we just total humbugs?