Hello girls!
Sorry for extended absence. I do miss you all when I am away. I was in London on Monday night, then Tuesday day was really hectic and then I was off to London again and only got back yesterday evening and we went straight to the pub quiz (came third this time, quite a feat with only two brains on our team). Then this morning I was just catching up and DP looked over my shoulder made a sarcastic remark about how my work is going (I had asked him to take responsibility for all DD things this morning so I could do some work) and we had a ding dong of a row. Oh dear.
First things first - Arti and Lal. Thinking of you both a LOT. Whilst I remain convinced that you are both ok I am so sorry you are having to suffer that sickening worry. Lal, roll on your appointment and peace of mind. Arti, I think your GP didn't handle it in the best of ways, but it is good that they will keep a close eye on you. And what a shock for you this morning with your poor DH! How is he now?
WG - take those books about sleep back to the library. I am serious. You will fret yourself into a frappuccino to no good end. Baby sleep is inexorable, I am coming to the conclusion, like God or the The Northern Lights. You will only drive yourself potty, trying to find rhyme and reason and pattern. Babies will generally just do what they fancy. I don't mean to sound nihilistic, and I know it's all very well for me to say, and I too have a naturally empirical approach to these things (is it empirical?), but...I am seriously starting to think that all these schemes and tips and routines and books are a racket, to stop us boggling at the essential formlessness and sheer anarchy of babydom. Or am I talking shit?
Summer - re: shopping for bottoms - I know what you mean about buying trousers at the moment but I am so much happier since I bought several pairs of M&S size 16 jeans. They actually look ok. Never in my life would I have imagined I could be a size 16, let alone envisaged being grateful for the existence of M&S jeans, but it's a crazy time. The rowing machine beckons. I have also purchased a number of pairs of shoes recently, as my feet are not yet fat.
By the way, our Veggie - your SIL is talking guff as usual. Your DH has done exactly the right thing by investing in property: it is the single most sensible long term investment. Fact.
PMK - How is the bikini shop going? I think TK Maxx is fab for bargains, love it. But if you want a really treatie bikini, do look at Elizabeth Hurley Beach on line. Her bikinis are really nicely cut. But £££. Out of season in Britain, though, I would say only department stores like Selfridges will stock them. Bicester Outlet Village is superb for designer bargains, if you could ever face the trip...Does your DS definitely need the colic drops still to burp? I still find that DD has to be dead straight before I can get anything out of her.
Spot - great about your book! Good luck with doing that, and I say that in a heartfelt way, as I have 2-3 months to finish mine and let's just say progress is slow. How great about your sis, though! I hope poor little T is feeling a bit better.
Jump - to go back to what you said a few days ago, you could never weigh down the basket as we all know that it defies the laws of physics
Kayz - Duran Duran I am slightly less impressed with Grotbags, Trace, as I always felt she was an unwelcome distraction from Emu. And those ghasly stage school kids But his best days were behind him by then. How fascinatingly creepy poor Rod Hull was. I have thought and thought about titbits about famous people. But I am too scared as most famous people are self-regarding and thin skinned and tend to obsessively google themselves or have people resarching mentions of them on the web and I don't want any off colour anecdotes traced back to me! How uncharacteristically party pooping of me! I suppose I have encountered a lot through work, and then my DH was a tv producer of some note as well so he had some cracking stories. My office is in Primrose Hill so we were always tripping over paps. None of this is very juicy, is it? Arti, again, you snogged Jason Donovan? Wow! I fancy him. I am only dusting off my volumes of showbiz anecdotes in person and where I can't be overheard! On the Brad Pitt front, a mate of mine used to work for Sky Movies and has interviewed a lot of movie stars. Only Dustin Hoffman was lovely. He interviewed BP when he was doing publicity for Troy or something and apparently he spent the entire interview fondling his own overdeveloped pecs.
Syb, I think I know what your job is
Jolly, I know you aren't here but re: the sterilising bags, you do need to swill the bleachy bottles out with tap water (which may defeat the object) but they do come out sparkling afterwards! Hope you have fun.
Effie, you sound so happy in your new pad. Good to hear. I think you handled it all with such aplomb!
Yes, where is Turnip? TURNIP! Come back, please!
Well, I am off again for the next few days. Tomorrow I have to go to London to have lunch with a friend who is over from Belgium, then Saturday I have to spend the day at Bluewater as DP is going to Brands Hatch with the twit from downstairs. Then we are off to friends in Hampshire, THEN we are off to DP's mother for a couple of days, then I have a lunch in Oxford, and then I have to go back to London for an appointment about my blood sugar (I am insulin resistant and hope to be able to go back on my pills as they will make it easier for me to lose weight). And then I will be back on the Fatties thread! I promise.
I don't want to go to MiL's. But I have to. She really irritates me. I know it is childish of me and I don't show it, except when I moan to my Mum about it. On Monday we will see DP's sister, her DH and the kids, which is lovely as she lives overseas and is over briefly, but I feel sulky and cross about spending Sunday and Tuesday with MiL. And I am fed up with rowing with DP. It boils down to the fact that he is grumpy and I am not. I am full of enthusiasm for life and whilst he does feel enthusiasm, there is perhaps less of it and he is less prone to express it. I find this annoying. And he has a stiff upper lip and, whatever the opposite of a stiff upper lip is, I have it. Sigh. But I must go off and feed myself and also DD... Cheery pip.