Bora you'll be fine on the tube! The sling is the best thing for it. I went from Beckenham junction to West Hampstead on the overground, then back to Victoria on the Jubilee line - my biggest fear was the escalator - I was looking suspiciously at everyone behind me, giving them looks that said "DO NOT TOPPLE AND FALL ON MY PRECIOUS BABY!"
But it was fine, people didn't elbow me or rush past like they did when i was pregnant, and I always got a seat :) Much easier than I anticipated. In fact, I am much more fearful of being outside with DS once it gets dark, even if it's 4pm, than the tube. Curse you, short winter days!
Re speaking to your baby - I try to talk a lot but mostly end up just saying hello over and over
I don't think I do enough play-matting or tummy time. Another thing to feel guilty about.
We too had good intentions of reusuable nappies - we had a whole pack of terry cloths, the bin, these natural nuts to disinfect them with etc etc. But like the hopes of a home - and natural - birth, it all went down the pan. We did it a few times but they look MASSIVE! So bulky. I dunno - I feel very guilty about the landfill contribution but I literally cannot cope with them right now.
Totally, totally get the "now what do we do" sensation. I try to get out every day, even if it's just a wander around the charity shops. We've swum a few times, done yoga, stuff like that. Then I attempt to sort out the chaos that is out flat.
DS had his check up today. Total nightmare. Forgot his red book, was sent home to get it, all under the pressure of knowing I was cocking up other peoples' appointments even though the GP is ALWAYS running late. The usual conversation about weight - so bloody sick of it now. It's such a non-issue that they seem determined to turn into an issue. Smorgs you're totally right about our babies being long and thin - why do they seem so determined to make it an issue?? Then the cross-examination about vaccinations and our plans. And it's just days like this, i feel like giving up!
Cherry, Squid DS does that too! And mirrors too - haha - the other night he was smiling very coquettishly at himself, then laughing and burying his head in my shoulder, then repeat again. He was literally flirting with himself!