Nicholas is now nearly 5 weeks old, and is getting more demanding. That mellow easy-baby stuff, it was probably just a phase.
I'm back in non-maternity clothes now, which feels great. There are pockets! They are clothes I like rather than the least-bad stuff available in my size! It was very cathartic putting everything into a bag for my mother to ebay (that way I know they are going somewhere useful, but I don't need to put any more effort or thought into them). My taste for diet coke returned, and my alcohol tolerance is slowly increasing again. As I find myself saying delightedly at intervals, I'm not pregnant any more
Tony's sister got married two weeks ago, and it was a lovely ceremony and reception and party, plus a smaller family-only party the next day. Nicholas got a mention in the father-of-the-bride speech, and was passed around lots of the family. We both got fussed over which was pleasant. We also survived travelling through London to and from, with buggy and car seats and luggage and all.
Tony's mum came home with us after the wedding and stayed for 10 days. It was lovely to have the extra company and help, and she got plenty of time with both the children.
The novelty of saying "the children" hasn't worn off yet. I still get a little buzz of happiness every time I do.
I seem to be healing up well, I mostly don't need painkillers any more and I'm slowly rebuilding my stamina.
The washing machine has stopped turning the drum, as we discovered Friday morning. fanf
found and booked someone to come and take a look at it on Monday, and pseudomonas
very kindly let us run a washload through his machine yesterday, so we're surviving for now. No cloth nappies of course until it's fixed, and I'm fed up of disposables already.
I'm fed up of leaking milk over everything I wear too; hopefully in time my production will settle down a bit, but it's not helping the washing situation.
We got the AC/DC Iron Man 2 album, which was the nearest thing I could find to a greatest hits album. It works wonders
in getting Nicholas off to sleep, and makes the yelling tired-baby phase of falling asleep a bit more bearable