Breakdown Tuesday - a day of such awfulness that I don’t really want to think about it, but lets just say there’s plenty of evidence my mental state is somewhat fragile.
Birthday party - we were supposed to travel to a friend’s party, I completely forgot about it until I found the ‘where were you?’ email two days later *sigh*
His Lordship - apparently knows his mother is a basket case & starts kicks approximately ten minutes after I begin my ‘he’s dead’ freakout, thanks baby!
My haemoglobin - still falling so the iron has been upped to three times a day, which might have explained my three hours of diarrhoea and vomiting yesterday (green shit).
Scan - tomorrow.
Baby stuff - We’ve set a date (hahahaha, small steps) to go and have a look (beginning of September).
(I’m trying not to connect the last two items with inevitable doom.)
My friend - facing a SR of her twin pregnancy in three weeks & the situation is devastating for everyone involved, she is well into her third trimester (in the UK a pregnancy can be terminated right up until birth under certain circumstances).
Boobs - have stopped growing alarmingly but as with C Leftie is far more into this pregnancy malarky and is producing masses (really) of colostrum whereas Rightie is rather stunted. Months of lopsided tits ahead. But finally! In my 7th pregnancy! After breastfeeding for well over a year! I have gravid nipples - darkly pigmented & huge, it never happened with C.
House renovations - proceeding very slowly, it goes without saying that it won’t be finished when the baby is born (but we will have a functional kitchen).
Knitting - proceeding very rapidly (one of my anti-anxiety tricks) booties & cardies & soakers a plenty (all knitted but none blocked or assembled because that would just be reckless).
Umm yeah that’s it.
