Or am I heading for a mammoth blubbathon and don't yet know it?
Ok, I'm stressed as I have a very strained relationship with baby's father but as far as baby and I are concerned I couldn't be happier or more chilled.
Feeding is going brilliantly, am not at all sleep deprived, am on top of housework, etc. DC all in love with their new baby sister. The only things I have going on that are crap are phlebitis and fatness.
Not once have I felt horribly teary except that I have blubbed a little bit with sheer joy at having DD, like just when I look at her when the other 3 DC have gone to bed and she is sooo lovely and mine.
I am really a little bit concerned given my propensity towards being very emotionally turbulent sometimes.
Am I just being a twat? Maybe it's this doubting happiness that mucks things up actually...