Where's my cup of tea?

First day going semi solo today as husband was working from home and less able to assist. As such, he bowed out of the 3am and 6am feeds/changes as he had to be up at 8am. Am yet again exhausted on 4 hours broken sleep.

Found it hard at first this morning not to keep asking for his help, "Could you just pass me a bottle..?", "Would you mind making me a drink?" etc. It was hard not to feel resentful when he was sat merrily typing away on his laptop with the radio on and a cup of tea (where was mine?) and I still hadn't had breakfast and was on my third feed and nappy change. But better that he's here that not at all (I'll save that delight for next week!)

He did kindly make me lunch and took over the afternoon change and feed so I could have a nap. Guess part of me wishes it could be like last week though when we were both full time Audrey carers. So much easier when you have someone to share the load with.

Did manage a 45min walk out with the pram on my own in the sunshine this afternoon which felt like a massive achievement. Still getting the hang of crossing roads though as it goes against all my (brand new) mothering instincts to push the pram out first. What if someone hits her? I found myself glaring at drivers at crossings as they slowed down. They must have been thinking, "That woman with the bags under her eyes looks deranged!!"

My favourite midwife Susan popped round again. She seems to love that Audrey is named after Audrey Hepburn and was again talking about her films. Turns out we have the same favourite - Charade with Cary Grant. Looking forward to a time way off in the future when Audrey and I can sit and watch it together...that's if the poor child even likes Audrey Hepburn. God, can you imagine????