Hoover, weather, perineal massage - all the usual stuff

For the first time since I got my sinus thing, the dining room floor has been hoovered. Yeaurch. Linnea is outside playing in the mud, because the rain has stopped. The temperature in here has dropped to 23C and the Tadpole reacts very, very strongly to thunder. However, the storm has released something, and I feel far more human. It's not blazing sun anymore. Linnea and I may even go out later, to the charity shops and perhaps on the bus to the central library.

Hoovering and the antibiotics have conspired to make me queasy. Also, perineal massage is a whole new level of complicated when one has a rectocele sitting in there. It's a little frightening to try, in fact. Feels like there's a gap in the muscle there still, under the skin - though I suppose it could just be that there's hard scar tissue everywhere else and what I think is a gap is normal soft muscle.

I need to put the paddling pool out to fill with rainwater, assuming it rains some more later. It's supposed to. It's also supposed to max out at 27C today. Bliss :)

One of the cats has been sick in the actual food bowl. I daren't clean it up, since I'm pregnant and I have no idea what the cat might be sick of. Sunstroke seems likely. Even staying indoors, Linnea and I have both had upset stomachs from the weather. We went out after 5:30 pm yesterday and it was so bright that she buried her face in my chest and I felt my sunburn beginning to tingle.

My Boots Advantage Card arrived, so I've sorted out all the free stuff vouchers, and if Linnea and I do venture into town we'll get some freebies.

There's a local preschool nursery thing that might let Linnea go part-time, only one or two mornings a week, starting in September. That might be quite good with a newborn. She adores creche but they won't always have a place, especially not in the early days of the new term. (Everything goes by terms as far as I can tell. I have no idea how families without a stay-home parent manage after the child is three - there seems to be a week-long break every other month).

Raising the stakes

We have two bicycles propped against the wall and each other outside the back door. I just lifted Linnea down from the saddle of the outside one. I have no idea how she got up there. She did it with less noise than making the plastic duck have a swim in the watering can. First I knew of it was when she called for me to come and get her.

What next?!

... and another thing!

It's our third wedding anniversary. Goodness. I wonder if anyone remembered? we both forgot.

Scheduling

Rob and I take our responsibilities towards our relationship very seriously, so we're going to regular counselling sessions before the new baby is born, just making sure all the communications are working nicely before introducing a big stress. These are on Thursday mornings. We've been to one so far, and the second one was booked for tomorrow morning.

To accommodate this, I rescheduled my NCT toddler group coffee, we arranged a creche for Linnea (takes advance notice and some luck) and, finally, this evening, Rob sorted out time off in lieu leave so that he could attend.

As soon as he finished sending the last email to sort that out the phone rang to say that our counsellor is sick and can't see us in the morning.

So he'll be going to work as usual. I will probably just put Linnea in creche, because she's looking forward to it and I'm very tired, and use the time to get the house actually clean for the toddlers. I think at least one mother and toddler are coming, which is something. My other confirmed attendee went and had a baby on Saturday so she doesn't feel up to facing group socialisation yet (home water birth, TENS machine, beautiful 6lb baby girl, all going well - I do love it when people have babies).

(We had a pleasant and amusing anniversary dinner, and I ate too much.)