Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Tray, weigh in and Nick's supper.

1. Every day, Nick brings my breakfast upstairs on a tray so I don't have to move the circus downstairs until mid-morning... ahem, noon. I am so grateful to be able to spend the morning in bed feeding Alec, reading and napping.

2. We go along to the health visitors' clinic, and learn that Alec is just shy of 10lb -- I worry about his weight because everyone comments on how small he is. The health visitor reminds me that most people have no idea what size a baby is anyway. It's half-term and fewer mothers have come than usual, so I feed Alec and have a good long chat with the breast buddy.

3. I make Nick a sandwich of blue cheese and walnuts -- and feel pleased with myself for having walnuts in the larder.

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