Urrrrrgh. Really struggling now.
36 weeks. 2.6yo toddler boy who has chosen this particular week to head into a previously unseen phase of DREADFUL tantrums, and arguing with everything I say.
I have mild SPD (mild as in not on crutches), and feel like I have hot knitting needles stabbing me in the vagina all day.
Ds1 cries because I say I cannot play trains on the floor with him at the moment.
I live in London and its 30 sodding degrees. I have easily put on 3 stone and am sweating like a pig all day.
I am fucking well over this now!!
Anyone else fancy a moan??