I have decided to say sod it and have a day off today - worked out that there has not been a weekend day when I have not done schoolwork for exactly 4 weeks
. So today's the day, since DH is at work, so I get to bum around in my dressing gown, but he's home early so we can still do some stuff together. Cue a day of pottering and relaxing - lovely!
So far, I have steamed and clay-masked my face (I am so winning the war against spots
and even though I panic and hyperventilate a bit when I'm sitting with my face over a bowl of steaming water, shut off from the world around me by a towel, it's still worth it!). I have also just managed to reserve a table at Heston Blumenthal's restaurant, so DH and I are off to eat snail soup and bacon ice cream in August, as a reward for suffering spending a week at Centre Parcs with me unable to take part in any of the remotely cool activities. Excited about the meal but, if I'm honest, a bit scared!
I am about to book flights to Paris for half term, as a last hurrah before we submit to being hermits for years and years as we are too knackered/broke/unorganised to leave the house. This all feels a bit decadent, but we have been in full-on saving mode since we got the BFP and DH has convinced me that spending a bit on ourselves is OK.
Plans for the rest of the day include a bath, filing all my recent letters and bank statements, shredding recent receipts, washing sofa covers and cleaning the bedroom. I so know how to live!
But I do find that stuff relaxing, as it isn't work, and I'm terrible at doing nothing, it just makes me stressed.
Anyway, stop wibbling on about myself... sorry to hear about bad days and ongoing illness - Midget, glad you're feeling a bit better. Squid, awful sounding day, it must rock you to the core when you see things like that. For what it's worth, I think babies only take from us what they need - so they take energy, and food (hoping mine took some of that ice cream last night
), and oxygen etc, but I don't think they take the stuff they don't need - so I don't think that they pick up on stress or worry. I think they leave that firmly at the placenta door! The only way it might affect them is if it leads to you not looking after yourself, and not eating or relaxing enough, so making sure you do this, and letting others look after you, is important. Know what you mean about not being sure why your boy puts up with you though, I feel exactly the same about my DH. Often when he tells me he loves me, my (bitten back) instant response is "why? I don't understand how you do when you could go and find someone normal and less neurotic and more able to trust and less controlling
". But he just does, and maybe I think he is mad to, but it's his choice and he keeps on making it. Same with yours
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Kyyria, very jealous of your movement. Still none here. Baby having a big laugh at my expense by refusing to move. No idea where it could have picked up such stubbornness and refusal to co-operate
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LondonLivvy, I wonder in Mamas & Papas sizing is American, in which case an American 8 would be the same as a UK 12 (I think). That might make more sense. I ordered some legging from American Apparel and fell into this trap, and they are a pack of 3, and I wore one pair for a day before deciding they really were too baggy, and now I can't send them back as I've worn one from the pack pair for a day! Doh.
So, is there a trophy for longest post ever? I'm just so excited to have a day off, I can't stop talking, and there's no-one to talk to today except you lot so you drew the short straw. Sorry
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Yomping, 36 (but only for 8 more days :(), 18+2 (hello? baby? 18+2, you can move now!!!), DC1, verbal diarrhoea.