Aaaggghhh... ill again!

This time it's my own fault. Three nights on the trot of post-11pm bedtimes... and two of these involved some supping of wine. Not much wine of course, but not being used to it at all it has taken its toll. I now have an extremely sore throat. Hurrah.

But the good news is that O seems to have returned to his normal cheery self. Thank heaven. We're hoping that last week's outbursts were some kind of aberration! Still no new teeth to explain it, but he was pretty poorly and was maybe just a bit naffed off. Fingers crossed.

Spent the weekend with my parents. How weird is this...? My mum was in quite a nasty car crash more than two weeks ago. The first I hear of it is when we arrive at mum and dad's to find that mum has two black eyes. "We didn't want to worry you" was the refrain. I pointed out that surely at 32 years old I can cope with such news, and wouldn't mum have liked to have talked about it at the time? Apparently not. Small wonder I don't confide much in them. It's not exactly a family trait.

But despite this display of typical Jordan weirdness, we had a lovely time. We had a posh meal out where I got to wear the new Boden shoes for the second time in a week (at least I didn't go arse over tit in the restaurant this time which I did last Thursday with Mel's cousin!). Dad videod O til the tape was full and we had lots of cups of tea. Perfect.

This week is going to be dedicated to getting organised for the dreaded Xmas. I hadn't appreciated quite how much there is to think about when you're hosting it yourself! Luckily mum has already raided M&S for the obligatory Christmas pudding, cake and chocs none of which we could be bothered to make ourselves. I've even placed an order for a turkey with the local butcher. Heck. And we received our first Christmas card this weekend which has prompted me to start scribbling! The tree will be purchased this weekend...

I've been thinking lots about childbirth again (hardly surprising given what's happening to my midriff). I'll write more on this separately as I haven't quite got my thoughts in order yet, but suffice to say I do worry about how gutted I will be if I have to have another C-section. Daft I know, but there it is. Need to think on that one some more...