I'm quite untidy I have to confess, but when I do clean I like it done my way. I really have to bite my tongue seeing DH doing something in the kitchen or elsewhere that is not how I do it (for example he never wrings out a cloth properly to wipe surfaces so just spreads the water around... oh, even thinking about it now annoys me! - how petty is that?) I didn't care straight after giving birth, but it's starting again. But he does things around the house without being asked so I guess that's good. He's always adamant that the house is spotless when I'm away (i used to go to Poland for a week every year before Lucy was born), but it makes it hard to believe it when I constantly pick his socks up to put in the washing bin - his socks have special magnets sewn in that correspond to magnets implanted in the carpet three inches away from the bin, you see? Argh, this post wasn't supposed to turn into a rant, honest.
No, I wanted to say that I too feel really strange, like I'm not myself at all. I belong to somebody else, it's just hard to say if I feel that it's my mind in a stranger's body or the opposite - it changes like that. I've also started to feel quite claustrophobic, weather is not helping here. I suddenly catch myself thinking that this is it now, this is my new life, no going back. Of course, I forget that it will not carry on like this forever, I will start thinking about other things in life, not just boobs and nappies, but it is difficult to imagine the end of that now. I'm also struck by how things have changed for me and not necessarily for dh, he's out tonight in Brighton saying bye to a couple of friends going away and I'm stuck at home. I miss my old freedom sometimes, I miss being completely in control of my life.
But, oddly, then I look at Lucy sleeping sweetly and somehow it doesn't matter that much.
I'll be doing skin to skin with her after her bath tonight, laugs.