My kid is like a cat. If there's a best age this must be it. She can walk around, amuse herself, find food and drink without too much assistance, can come when she's called, she's cuddly, tries to climb on shit she shouldn't, makes cute noises but doesn't talk back. If I could get her to shit outside, she would be a cat. It's almost perfect.

Things have been good. It's been a week now of Obi working full time. A week of me being back to being a stay-at-home mum, excepting for the two days he had off, which of course I worked. It's great and normal and I feel housewifey and... It's killing me. I'll be honest. I was spoilt having him here helping with Isis for so long. Having time to myself during the day. Now she has one nap, about two and a half hours long, and I use it to clean mostly, except by the time we get to 2pm I'm so stuffed a nap for me is almost inevitable.

I'm to the point where sleeping at night is a joke. I pee three times at least before I fall asleep. And then once or twice an hour for every hour after that. My hips are agony, particularly my right one. There's something going on with the nerve there I swear, sometimes I'm walking and the whole thing gives out, and when I lay down at night there's a hot pain running down to my knee. If I remember right it has something to do with the hormone that softens your hips in preparation for labour, but I'm seeing my midwife soon and my GP because I need a prescription, so I'll ask just to be sure.
But the pain. I'm sorry to complain, I hate whingers, but hell! And for some reason work chooses now to start giving me longer shifts. I'm limping by the end. Some days I come home and cry. Other days I come home with the tears there, and my little owl does something cute and it all goes away. Well, enough of it!

I don't know if Ioanna saw my post, but I got her gift. Thank you if you're reading this! It cheered me right up. Little things get me through the bad days

Tonight I'm trying to get excited about this... I don't even know what to call it. My mum friends want to hold me what they are calling a baby shower. Except, this is my second baby, and no one does showers for second babies (even though I didn't have one for Owlie IRL. My online one was more than enough, great memories <3 ) and because one of these chicks has said to me on more than one occasions "I don't like gifts. I don't give gifts and I don't like receiving presents. I wish people wouldn't give <her son> Christmas presents" etc etc. So it seems very odd to me that someone who doesn't like gifts would be all "let's throw a baby shower!" I mean, you know what happens at anything "shower" right? Meanwhile, they are talking about having it at a restaurant... and I'm like... wouldn't that be terribly disruptive to the general public?

Luckily someone had the bright idea to get Bec on board, mostly because she knows and can contact my other mates. And she is much easier for me to talk to about what I'm ok with and what makes me uncomfortable. So I sent her a bunch of ideas, and maybe it'll be cool. It's hard to be optimistic, but that's mostly because I'm in a lot of pain. And also because this thing has been stressing me. Because like, when I agreed to it, I was under the impression that when other people do something nice for you, you don't really have to plan it. But, mate #2 has been bombarding me with questions about it, which is triggering me massively!

Anyway, meeting up with both of them for lunch tomorrow, so at least I feel like I made progress with Bec tonight, enough progress that I can say "Talk to Bec and surprise me" and hopefully not regret it.

Watched Frozen last night. I've always hated the singing in Disney movies, even as a kid it made me uncomfortable. I see why it's in there now, Isis was keen. Dancing around and being cute. Totally don't get what the big freaking deal with this movie was though. I've heard it referred to as the best Disney of all time. But honestly it's just filled with a whole lot of what-the-fuck. I mean there were some good moments. I liked the different (and way overdue) take on true love, the magic was pretty and it didn't end in a marriage which was great (neither did Brave thankfully)... but over all it was disappointing. Why do people love this shit so much?

Wednesday we're going down to the country. We being Isis, Bec and I. It's scary. Going to find out how much the solicitor is taking from the house, and what will be left over. Another step forward though, and that's what counts.

My other sister Angie is coming up around Easter, but we still don't know when. Which is frustrating, I got a lot on my mind this month! But oh well. We're all going to the Royal Easter Show, assuming the baby hasn't come yet and I can hack it. Obi wants to drive, even though the government push for you to use public transport and the train ticket is included in your show ticket, because he's scared I'll go into labour and it'll take us forever to get home/I'll be in loads of pain and embarrassed. He's probably right, but part of me wants to just be "normal" and take the risk. I guess it depends how much parking will actually cost.

I'm glad to be on the home stretch. And glad to go to bed. Good night cruel world!