Am in a big grump at the snow.
Bloke and I were meant to be meeting some friends in Oxford this evening for beers, merriment, and possibly a curry. Because of the stupid snow not melting, the stupid temperature not getting above -1, and the stupid camp being in the ridiculous countryside, Bloke's parents didn't come down to babysit, so no night out.
Plus, Ff has a stinking cold and is even grumpier than I am, so we didn't even get to play in the snow.
I know in the grand scheme of things I am being a child, but I haven't been out for so long, and was really looking forward to tonight.
Anyway...Turtle, as usual, Merry speaks sense. Also (and I am in no was advocating this method as one you should use, I am just saying it worked for US, I had similar issues with hourly feeding when Ff was about a month old. MIL (breastfeeding councellor and lactation consultant and generally scary bf militant) told me not to feed her every hour because she was just snacking. She said she was never going to empty my breasts, and would generally come back as often as she liked because she was never filling up. (This was an issue here because she was putting on weight veeeeeery slowly). She told me to wait at least two hours after the end of each feed before offering her the breast again.
I thought the screams would be hellish, and for the first 12 hours they were...but then she was perfectly happy and settled into a three hourly feeding routine (because the little bugger took an hour EVERY feed). Now I know we were lucky, but it worked for us and saved my sanity at a time when I was ready to give the child away to the next delivery man to knock the door with a 'Congratulations' present.
Feels pretty Christmassy here too, Merry. Bloke broke up for Christmas today, and if it weren't for the ton of revision, I would be feeling nice and cheerily relaxed.
What is everyone doing for Christmas? We're off to the IL's next Tuesday evening (the plan is that Ff'll sleep in the car), but they're only ten mins from my parents so we'll flit back and forth. Christmas Day at my parents, and I think maybe a gathering of both clans at the local on Boxing Day (God help us all...)