Morning all!
DH asleep, having a lie in after being exhausted by the 3am feed (which I did, he just had to listen to it, poor lamb) and Finbo sleeping and frowning at the same time in his ickle cot. Pair of grumpy arses!
How are we all today?
Merry, the bane of people paying for things they think you need - it's so hard to say no as it makes you seem ungrateful but then you feel worse if you say yes and put up with it... I like the holiday idea. I really really want to go on holiday now and I can almost feel the sand between my toes.
Lacks, how is the post-gin head? I have a lovely purple tongue from a bottle of Cotes du Rhone last night. I was naughty and topped up my glass while DH wasn't looking so now he thinks wine bottles are getting smaller.
Anyone else's little horror suddenly started introducing a night feed they had previously been doing without? Maybe Fin just enjoys the lovely winy taste of 3am breast milk.
Coolkat, sounds awful - I still get a tiny SPD twinge now and then just as a reminder (never to do it again?) but nothing like that. Poor you and hugs.
PND - I didn't think I was that bad but I've been looking back over the photos and I usually take at least one a day - I know, I know - but there is a 4 week gap where I was obviously so far down my own navel that I couldn't even snap my gorgeous boy being funny and lovely. Arrgh. So on record, Fin didn't exist for a month.
Never mind, all is well now, more or less. Off to the park today if it stays nice - never mind me getting out, have decided that DH needs the exercise. And tomorrow we are off to see DH's mum who has seen Fin exactly 3 times EVER and lives 20 mins away. My own stepmum practically lives in the spare room despite being an hour and a half away. No contest for Best Grandma there, then.
Morbid Question - DH and I are trying to sort out who would be Finbo's official guardian if we were eaten by Godzilla or spontaneously combusted etc (cheery Saturday morning thought, eh?) and he is keen to nominate my stepmum. I have some reservations: a) she will be nearly 80 when he is 20 so they might both find his adolescence a bit of a struggle b) it might cause friction with my dad, whom she is separated from c) she brought me up and while we get on great now, she was a frickin' nightmare as a parent - I had an 8.30 curfew at age 16! d) she inherited me and my sister when my mum died and it might feel a bit too much like history repeating. On the plus side, she is fab with Finbo, would keep in touch with EVERYONE, including our friends and is financially well equipped to take on looking after a child. Plus, as DH points out, if we died then Fin might be a comfort to her. I think I've pretty much decided that it wouldn't be the best solution, and my bessie mate has agreed that she and her DH would take Fin under their wings should we perish in a freak armadillo accident but... what I wanted to know is (get to the point, saurus, for the love of God) has anyone else started thinking about anything so feckin' morbid and if so what did you decide to do?
Thoughts for a sunny morning, eh?