Turtle that sounds hideous. Is everything ok now? I can't even imagine how upsetting and stressful it must be, especially feeling all rough and morning-sickness-y.
Thanks for the info, JFly and Merryberry, but I think I would prefer to blunder on in ignorance. I have been so spoiled with Ffion and her amazing sleepiness, that I think suddenly having to get up at night would be a huge shock to my system.
She's not walking either. She can stand on her own, and has even managed clapping herself for standing without falling over, but as yet she seems loathe to take steps on her own, other than throwing herself forwards at me. But it'll come, and soon, I'm sure.
HQ Am very jealous of your trip to the River Cafe, and of your celeb spot. That is proper, genuine, A list. I can't imagine how ridiculously I would embarrass myself in the presence of such fame. I once had to phone Bloke from the greengrocer in the village because Raquel from Fools and Horses was in the queue in front of me.
Have made a decision, and I am not offering her a breast feed in the morning. She's not interested other than for a few minutes, so tomorrow morning I'll bring her straight downstairs for breakast. but also . It feels like a huge thing to be doing, when actually I'm probably the only person who'll notice. Did a small experiment when I was dressing her after the bath, and took my top off and knelt down to give her a cuddle. She gave me a cuddle and a pat, gave my left nipple a bit of a tweak, then went on her merry way, which I took to mean that she really isn't that bothered about the booby milk anymore. I think we've had a fairly good run, and I am pleased that I stuck at it when the HV was telling me to top her up, but time for the next stage too. (As long as that next stage doesn't involve sleep regression...)
While I'm here, can I just have a quick whinge, please? Promise I'll be quick. On Thursday eve I couldn't stop shivering, so took my temp and it was 39, along with being tired, achey, and feeling like someone was booting me in the small of the back. Doctor gave me some antibiotics for a kidney infection on Friday, but I still feel like hell, and now I've got a stinking cold too, so whenever I stand up my head starts to bang until I sit down again. It's weekends like this one that I really miss Bloke or wish we were closer to family - it would be nice if someone could just supervise the carnage for an hour or so and let me go back to bed. My friend from uni was meant to be visiting, which I have been very excited about, but I had to put her off, firstly because I would have had to have a bath, brush my hair, and clean the house, and secondly, because what is the point of a reunion with my bestest drinking buddy (seriously, entire days lost, never to be remembered) when I can't have a drink? So I am feeling grumpy and a bit sorry for myself. Sorry, moan over now. 9 weeks down, only eight to go.