Right, phew, everyone is fed, the washing machine is running, the toddle is in the other room singing 'bye bye bye' instead of napping, and babax is in his sling. Sanity rules!
Potty training... tips from my second time mum NCT group: don't start until they are completely up to speed with telling you when they need to go. If you wait you can have the whole thing dusted in 10-14 days. Any earlier will take months. 2. Wait until summer, especially if you are going away or have a garden as you have fewer clothes to contend with, or can even let them run nappy free outside.
Yummy your poor tv
! i consider myself warned. Accidents may be accidents by I can fully understand your feeling a bit cross. I'd have yelled in shock, pretty sure of it.
Betty, sorry about the exams. It always happens when you kind of expect to walk it, possibly exactly because you expect to. A bit of fear always helps. Gutting though, and hard having to do the work again. Fingers crossed for next time.
Gerry Good luck ttc! Enjoy
. Now theres an activity I won't be doing for a v long time. Stitches. Ow. But I digress. Thing that helped me with PCOS was definitely low GI eating, and regular exercise. Namely swimming. Both times I've fallen pregnant pretty much as soon as I've started the daily out door swim.
Everyone else, I'll have to wave as my poor sleep deprived brain hasn't the capacity for anything else. Babax is not a sleeper. I haven't actually had more than a 30 min nap at a time since sunday. It's destroying me. Thankfully my milk is in now, as colustrum was frustrating him, so now he is able to fill his boots he might actually sleep. He fed every single individual hour last night. I could have cried. The midwives tried to settle him, but no joy, so he's been in with me every night so I have been able to close my eyes at least.
Now, for Stormy the birth . A bit surreal, as going into a delivery room, not in labour, is, well, surreal. Contractions started within minutes of them breaking my waters, and ramped up so fast I had to rely heavily on gas and air. Transition nearly killed me. Honest to god wanted to die. Pushing a hell of a lot better. Ring of fire... oh my god.... they should have cut me, I've torn terribly, then a quick shoulder wiggle and he was on my chest. Wonderful experience, but one I won't repeat. I'm done at two. To be honest I knew that before the labour, but I have sure as hell have it confirmed in my mind after 
As the hospital was rammed, I had a pretty raw postnatal deal. Shower broken, so a cold shower post labour (I really do mean cold), over night in a freezing cold room so babax couldn't settle, midwifes too busy with back to back deliveries to help me much in the night, and DH had to get home, so he couldn't help either. You can see why I went to the birth unit!
Babax is a proper little boy. Not pretty, just boy. Kind of glad for stereotypical reasons worselet got my the pretty genes! He also never stops eating, or pooing. I have never seen so much poo. The first batch all over the bed at the birthing unit I was is BIG trouble.
Oh no, another phone call. Why does everyone ring the second you get home. oh I know, because they are nice.... I am being ungrateful!
Thank you all you lovely ladies for all your support all the way (you were the first people I told, before the stick was even dry!), all your advice, and Betty and others your medical expertise. Where would I be without the Marchers! Much poorer in many ways xxx