6 weeks

We have reached the 6 week point - the apparently magical time where you start to settle down a bit. You have been less vocal over the past couple of days i must admit...although that could be down to the gripe water which is working miracles and making you burp and fart like nothing I've ever heard before. We had a lie in until 11.30 this morning so I'm feeling slightly more human. I also managed to get my hair cut and highlighted yesterday and your daddy looked after you - he said you behaved very well for him.

Life seems to be getting in to some sort of a routine now. On Monday we go to the baby cafe at Cathnor Rd Sure Start. You didn't seem to like it there at all at first and screamed so much that they sent a health visitor round to the house to check that "everything is going ok and that I was coping". That was super - you really showed me up there! The H.V. was very nice though and you slept the whole way through so that made up for it.



After baby cafe we go to baby massage. The instructor is a lady called Vicky who shows us the techniques on her very scary doll. The other people in the class are Jacqui and Megan, Brenda and Max, Hayley and Alex, Millie and Clara, & Joanna and Jack. We use these classes as an excuse to eat lots of cake and biscuits which is not doing any good for trying to lose the pregnancy weight. If anything I think I seem to be putting more weight on...we may have to try baby boot camp.

Wednesday is the group at the holy innocence church near ravenscourt park. Lots more people there and again, more biscuits. Which is countered by walks around the park afterwards for fresh air and some exercise. Although my current exercise routine consists of walking around the shops and the occasional park. Really need to get going on some sit ups.

Thursday is baby clinic where you get weighed and which is where we will be heading off to very soon. I also need to book my 6 week check up. Argh - just remembered that you have a hearing screening at the hospital tmrw morning and I'm meant to be going on a mum's night out tonight.

Right now you are sleeping in your moses basket like a little angel - after much growling and fussing before you went to sleep. We have you daddy to blame for this "I-can't-go-to-sleep-in-case-i-miss-something" mentality....