Freddie is now on three solid meals a day and he’s growing fast! With the changes in his diet come changes with his sleep. Enter: Zombiemum exercising PMT behavioural classics (even though there is no apparent reason for tension of the PMT kind in sight). Now there’s a subject!
Where oh where has my period gone? Has anyone seen my period? I’ve been breast feeding exclusively since Freddie was born and he’s still a boob man. In fact the guy so clearly knows what he wants that there is no (even sneaky) convincing against his preferred choice. He plainly refuses the bottle and although he drinks water happily from a beaker, if it’s filled with formula, there’s no way it’s going past his lips. Man!
So, to the positives - I have beautiful, nuzzley cuddles with my little boy (so beautiful!). I have a bosom! As for the negatives; I am now convinced that the Pre part of PMT is so long drawn out (8 and a half months) that the slightest upset (i.e. lack of sleep) activates reflux of the monstrous characteristic kind and hurls a convoluted mass of Claire nasties especially designed to test my loving relationships…
Of course, this would come with an intelligent Pau tracker devise, aimed at opening a naturally ‘intelligent’ line of communication with my boyfriend/bestfriend/soulmate - Whatever!? Oh yeah, we’re talking intelligence of the supreme. Lets just say this guy has seen the full rainbow that is Claire!
Still, as I sit here writing, I hold good posture. I am proud to be able to share and reflect with humour on these atomic moments… And so our relationship strengthens - AHEM!
Well my friends, as with all rainbows, the colours are many and bright…. WHAT? - bit biblical, Christ! This was just to link to the funny photos above of us on holiday, nouveau riche style. HA! X