Brief

2 lots of people have just come round to view our house. We’re renting at the moment and the stupid landlady wants to sell it, so she’s put it on the market *grumbles*. We only moved here in April for chrissakes!

*Memo to self: before next viewings, hide breastpump and bad, grey, elastic-hanging-out knickers drying on line.*

William is being weird. Last night when we put him to bed he was all grumbly and started screaming about 9.30pm-he never does that. After a cuddle he settled fine, slept through til 5am and then threw up on me this morning-he also never does that. Today he seems a bit out-of-sorts, is not eating as much as usual and is sleeping a lot. In between sleeps, he’s frowning. He has also does projectile poo all over his sleepsuit (TMI?). Why can’t babies TALK?! If he could just say, ‘mummy, I’m fine, just got a bit of a tummyache today, so there’s no need to fret and ask me if I’m ok every 20 seconds’, life would be a lot easier.

Realised today with horror that I am not doing any pelvic floor exercises. I’ve done about 50 since William was born. Because I tore so badly in childbirth, I was told it was absolutely essential that I did these every day. I am going to be wearing a giant nappy in 40 years’s time and someone will be cleaning up MY projectile poo (sorry, that’s really gross).

Off to weigh my little chubster this afternoon-I’m sure being stripped naked and placed on some nice cold metal scales will REALLY cheer him up but I’m dying to see what he weighs-he was 12lb 2oz 2 weeks ago.

Off to express for the 10000000,000000th time today (feels like it anyway)-see you soon,

lots of love happycookie and Mr Frown xxxxxxxxxx