Feeling a bit crappy today. No real reason - Liam still sleeps well (actually, I'm afraid to tell you all how well he sleeps...) and is otherwise doing ok. Just feeling like it's all a bit of a drugerous task at the moment. And I'm cranky at DH who thinks he should have a big parade for what he does. He does more than most I know, but he still gets heaps of 'alone-time' and PLENTY of sleep and seems ignorant of everything I do and the million other things I want to get done. Think I just need a break and maybe to take bubs and just wander through the shops without a 'plan' of what needs to be done.

The LC finally called me back yesterday (!!?!!) and is coming round on Monday. I told her I'm doing BF + FF and there was this silence. I don't know if it was dissapointment in her not making more effort to get back to me, or dissapointment at me not BF exclusively. Not looking forward to her visit, though I'm looking forward to some advice. I know it shouldn't matter if she dissaproves, and it doesn't really, but when you're tired it makes everything harder.

On housework, I seem to be doing dishes ALL DAY!! DH is really good and has been keeping on top of the washing most of the time. We have cloth nappies too so that makes a bit more, but it's usually just 1 load every 2nd day for those (they're a gorgeous brand too, they don't need soaking or bleaching etc. LOVE them!). Otherwise I try to get a bit done each day and at least keep the place tidy to keep myself sane and the place presentable. Sleep during the day??!! HA! (hence my exhaustion!).

Excercise? What is excercise?? Well, I felt like I was at a point to start up again, but since the trouble with my ceasar wound I'm nervous to do too much.

HJ I'm so excited you're heard of my brand!!! YAAAAY!! well, we'll be going to Heinz today so we'll see how that goes.

LOL. Liam was on my shoulder to be burped last night and suddenly he let out this slow, long, sad, painful wail. DH and I looked at each other and then I realised, he'd fallen asleep and still had pain in his tummy. He was too much asleep to cry normally or grunt it out or whatever. Poor li'l fella.