I’ve given up even the pretence that I’ll try and make this interesting. Less than seven weeks to go - C asks a couple of times a day how many days until he is born. My HB is crashing, just above 10 now despite 400mg of ferrous sulphate; I’ve upped it to 600 & will recheck in two weeks. With C is got down to 6.8 then I had a PPH - it took a year before I felt vaguely human again, I can’t go there. again.

We went to look at car seats, I’m debating buying a crib (we didn’t get one for C but have much less room in the current state of chaos), J is very active. I suppose all is well.