My birth story is half written but it's upsetting me to write it and I'm not writing anything else because it's not done, so I think I will just keep moving along for now.
Despite my tantrummy daughter and my sore muscles I decided to bring her to the zoo with her friends yesterday. My husband was going off to town for a teenage day of fun shopping with his mate (see www.forninepounds.blogspot.com) and the prospect of hanging round the house didn't appeal, despite my fears about continuous breastfeeding in public and my daughter ruining every ones day - not to mention getting fined for having no car tax - I forgot to renew it in April!
I evaded the guards, who were only stopping people using the bus lane, thanks to my mother's god of parking, I found a miraculous space just outside the zoo. I remembered how to drive and didn't faint from breathing the air of the Great Outdoors. Our friend made an incredible picnic, I was able to get people in on my membership card, my daughter didn't put a foot wrong, except for whinging for ice cream when she got tired.
We saw the baby elephant, though unfortunately it was inside and a bit far away - no photos... and their website is CRAP, they don't even have baby elephant photos up yet.
I managed to walk all around, but lord, I was stiff after sitting down again last night. The only other downside was that the traffic was so heavy it took a long time to get in and out, and the poor baby, who slept through the whole day, had to spend way too much time sweating in his car seat.
I'm proud of myself though. After my daughter was born, I felt a bit agoraphobic - there's no way I would have attempted a day out like that, I even felt scared to drive. And now I have a fear that I just won't be able to manage two of them. I think you have to expect a lot of help - the same poor woman had to hold the door for us on the way in and out of the petrol station - two kids = fewer hands. But it was fine. Yay me.
And to top it all I met my friend who's been away, on her way out with her family as I was on my way in, an unexpected meeting is always nice.
This post is very domestic and pedestrian - one reason I haven't been posting is because I feel I have nothing to say, and I'm sure no-one wants to hear about my stitches :(
But this is the reality of the first few weeks with a new baby, I suppose.
This morning I dreamed I was meeting my cousin, good friend, and sister in a Japanese restaurant, I don't know where we were. But my sister, who eschews glamour, walked past me on the street in red, red lipstick, which looked fantastic. I wonder what that means. In my dream, though, it was really nice to be out with the girls... Weesh, I wish you didn't live so far away!
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