Frigging hell...

Man, I feel like crap today. My back is killing me, I think I'm slowly straightening out from the pregnancy. The constant feeding isn't helping, on which note I have FAILED in my duties as hippie seventies mum and am now giving her one bottle of formula a day. I could NOT keep up with her constant demands. I immediately went all swollen again from missing a feed, but I prefer that to the feeling of just not quite being able to satisfy her, prompting her to whine for a feed every half an hour for hours and hours on end. My tits fail at motherhood. Apart from that, she's doing great, I'm amazed at how little hassle she is, I have no complaints. Summer's here this weekend, giving me some sporadic blessed relief from Beckett, who's still hyperactive and generally naughty, but at least today he's doing that in Summer's room some of the time. Bless him.

Still feeling generally fat and bloated and unattractive, can't really shake that one. I'm sure it'll pass. Would like to do situps but I hurt and I'm sure it'd make me start bleeding again. I'll give it a couple more days.