I’m under instruction from my husband to blog as a way to get myself back on track, writing online has been an outlet for me for almost ten years, so hopefully it will be exactly what I need to get myself back to my happy place.
My big sister and her family came to visit last week from New Zealand, we had a fabulous time, such a good time infact that I’ve decided to bottle Jen and keep her in my pantry for when I have crappy days. I was absolutely on top of the world whilst they were over here, but then slumped fairly significantly as soon as they left. Fortunately I’m now past the high risk stage for taking Zoloft during pregnancy, so I have an appointment on Thursday to refill my prescription which should hopefully be another step towards screwing my head on straight.
In Declan news, he is on week three of a hunger strike, last night his food for the entire day was half a crumpet, four Cherios, a quarter of a ham and cheese butty, three pieces of gnocci and a few bits of chicken. He’s not fading away yet and isn’t complaining about being hungry at all, it would just be nice if he could eat more than a few mouthfuls at a meal. On a happier note he’s picking up words constantly now, the most recent one is if you offer him a cuppa (as in tea) he’ll eagerly respond with “puppa!”. The cutest so far is if you say “WINN4R!!!” to him he’ll throw his hands above his head and yell “NAAAAAAAAAAR!!!” back at you. I don’t know how I still live in a black fog with him around, it’s like having a live in jester, and yet I’m still managing it. Score one for Fern.