It sounds as though we're all going through the same things at the moment.
I feel/look like a sack of pooh tied up in the middle. Dh is self employed but working long hours, so I get dd from 6.30 to sometimes 8 at night. Dh bless him does cook, but that means I have her pretty much 24/7 as after tea we go to bed, and then I'm up feeding her in the night. At weekends he will take her while I have a bath, and for the odd cuddle... but if he's cuddling her and she cries I get her back!
Hands up if you think this is insane - we were invited to a friends wedding this last weekend. DD was 6 weeks old on the day of the wedding... which was in Scotland! It was a journey of 460 miles each way. All I'll say about the car journey is that it was interesting . The marriage was on the edge of a loch, and she managed not to cry during the vows, but let rip afterwards Poor thing was hungry.
Oh, and just to make me feel really good, I was handed a glass of lucozade instead of champagne. That's what the kids were given... it was just a small thing but it made me feel like crying.
Still, it was a fairly nice weekend. Went up into the Cairngorm mountains, visited Loch Ness, so little un is already well travelled.
Dh and I had a row while we were away because he wants the "old me" back. Apparently he finds it hard to believe that I don't want to go out and that I'm happy to just look after Amy and stay in.
It started after I told him that me going in the jacuzzi where we stayed was a bad idea as I knew that Amy was about to wake up, and she'd cry. After being badgered I got in, only to hear her go into meltdown. I'd had 7 minutes in it. Got out to be greeted with "well, you got what you wanted" like I have any control over her! Cue argument and tears...
Sorry for rambling. It's just I was made to feel a bit ungrateful. The other folks in the lodge were in the hot tub getting pickled which dh had been doing too, and I was quite happy to let them, if a tiny bit . I couldn't go in that as I was still bleeding.
Still, she seems to be thriving and growing like a weed. She's just about outgrown the newborn clothes, and is now weighing 9lb 15 so shoving a boob in her mouth must be doing some good!
My hv yesterday made me out to be a monster for giving Amy a bottle of formula during the wedding. She said "weren't you there to feed her?" Er, did she expect me to hoik my dress up in front of everyone??? Would have looked good on the photos... not!
Sorry for the long post. Just feeling a little bit fed up of doing it on my own. I'm beginning to wish I lived in a commune, as when at the weekend one of the other mums took Amy so I could eat my dinner it was bliss! Does that sound awful?
Bad mummy.