Good afternoon ladies. Firstly I must apologise for having been MIA for so long. Things have been hectic chez exSOH just recently (take a look at my profile and you can see exactly how all-consuming taking photos of your first born is ).
Have had a quick scan of the thread and glad to see Scoot present, correct, healthy and putting it about in a rather obscene manner. SkyTV, many congratulations on the engagement. I still harp on about my wedding now, bore everybody to death really but it was such a lovely day.
Aherm... lillaura, my God chick. Well done you for being so mature and together atm. You're doing fantastically.
Must also have a wee at international man of mystery's little operation. Ouchy.
I must catch up properly with the rest of the thread. Hello to everybody, hope all is well, sun is shining, birds chirping, Louis Armstrong providing a gentle soundtrack to your blissful weekends etc etc.
Everything here in sunny Norfolk is great. We managed our first trip out without the baby on Thursday. It was just lunch at Pizza Express but my Old Folks came over and babysat for a couple of hours. I made the mistake of thinking that 8.5oz of ebm was enough to get her through two hours without me, but came back to a baby hopefully sucking her fist, two empty bottles and my mother looking dazed and shaking. She attempted a polite 'she likes her food, doesn't she?' and I resisted the temptation to whip off my top and scream 'these things here used to be human breasts. Take note, they are now husks, suitable only for entrance into a Modern Milking Machines And How The Mighty Have Fallen competitions'. Yes, it is safe to say that Mathilda likes her food. Still planning on exclusive feeding to 6 months, I may lose all sanity by that point though as she still feeds every couple of hours at the very least. Still, she's extremely happy. Had her second set of jabs and failed to even notice that it had happened. She was mildly annoyed that DH held her hands out of the way to stop her trying to grab the needle, as clearly her hands are for sucking, swiping and waving about wildly. The sharp pointy thing in her legs didn't even register as she grinned inanely at the nurse.
We've been having serious heart to hearts here in rural CowLand. I am due to go back to work when M is 9 months and I honestly can't do it. I never expected to be the one who wasn't desperately excited to get back to work. I love my job but 9 months is too soon. DH, smashing chap that he is, has suggested I extend my maternity leave to 1 yr. It'll be tight financially but I may feel happier leaving her when she's a bit older and perhaps fully weaned. Of course, ideally, I'll write a bestseller and never have to leave her. This turn in attitude I did not expect.
Oh and finally, I stupidly opted for 40 situps this morning. Wrong choice entirely.