thanks for the support people. last night mrnc and guest were both mopey with colds and asked how i felt. i mentioned i had blocked ears too and d'oh, we realised A must feel the same, hence constant sucking and meepiness.
so let him suck an hour on each side, and we decided to tuck him in his pram for 3 hours no matter what as no cuddling etc was helping. i felt terrible at the time but got some sleep before my alarm went to check him. and he was ok, mildly hungry, and then we lay down and he was happy tucked in with me for the next 4 hours. Then the plumber woke us at 7, i fed him a bit more, and more cuddly sleep for him. not so much for me as can't get used to sleeping touvhing someone, but feeling so much better than i was!
it occurred to me that most of us were fed and tended to on strict schedules from birth and it didn't harm us - i suspect these regimes were a lot more forthe parents sanity than anything else!
however, so much for the builders going great guns - it was all going to be watertight by tomorrow, except the scaffolders have turned up, and having not been paid for months, are taking all the scaff down because mrnc refused rightly to pay them £3300. cue big ding-dong in the street, mrnc taking photos, and scaff bloke deciding to take the walkways first just to make our workers' lives harder and technically illegal. our guys are remarkably relaxed and still climbing over the scaff guys, and saying not to worry, they'll just cut the stairs hole early and do it from inside if they have to. which means a house totally covered in dust for ages but should at least still get us a roof layer by the weekend...
still, i've had loads more sleep so i'm reassuring mrnc that we're doing ok and loft conversions only happen once. and squirmy is clearly feeling better today, catching up on sleep. and a friend who is a mum of a toddler and about to give birth again is about to turn up with cake.
blimey, i thought i used to have mood swings, and then i got pregnant, but looks like i aint seen nothing yet...