Afternoon all, and isn't it a glorious one? Sun, sea and surf, for those at the coast, and just sun for the rest of us.
Eco Hugs. Feel better soon. As a fellow skinny minnie I can empathise. Rest, relaxation, and peanut butter is my prescription. I hope you manage to fit in at least one of those.
Yummy, same cycle here - 10pm lights out. I'm kind of used to it now, and have to admit any earlier and I'd be wondering what to do with myself! last night was a bit epic though, which was my fault. I couldn't fathom what the shouting was about until DH asked if she might be hungry. One slice of bread and butter later and she was out like a light. The moral of that story, lentil and sweet potato casserole may sort a toddle's sluggish tum, but it won't fill it up.
As for me, well I'm full of the joys of spring and raring to go. Morning sickness? A mere thing of the past. Actually I don't think it was morning sickness at all. I think it was a thyroid thing. I'm hypothyroid... which means when pregnant I need more thyroxine. This is basic rooky GP stuff. Only basic rooky GP stuff is obviously beyond the capabilities of the GP I saw, as she wouldn't listen to me. She insisted I had to wait for a referral to get it managed. Last time a referral took 27 weeks. A bit slow then. What with the first 12 weeks being the critical period, for preventing miscarriage, and protecting the baby and everything. So yet again I had to sort the whole damn thing out myself, same as last time, which took a week, and funnily enough as soon as I did, and got the correct thyroxine dose, BINGO, all solved.
I really should file a formal complaint. That's twice now, and the first time it took some MN research, and a letter from a private doctor to get them to take the issue seriously. Betty why aren't GPs trained in this stuff? It makes me so angry. I bet it makes you angry as well. It must be very frustrating mopping up the problems caused by unnecessary delays.
But enough rants. Did I mention the sun? It's out, so I'm going out, with the toddle, as it's nap time, and there is no better place to nap than in a pram under a tree.
Oh, PS, for those of a similar frame of mind, don't forget it's tick season. DH found one on his hand when he was sitting on the grass earlier. Ticks aren't funny, they carry all sorts, so check the littlies, and yourselves.