hem. well, i meant to blog, and then
a. there was a baby to be fed
b. there was a nappy to be changed
c. zzzzz.

actually, no. c never happened, or at least never for longer than two hours at a stretch. ah sleep, how i miss you.

um. hold that thought. must go feed the kid.

maeve likes to eat every hour and a half or so. i can’t really complain; obviously she’s a girl just like me. i haven’t been eating quite that often, but i’ve been eating well. thanks to my mother, who shows up at the door every day with a bag of groceries and then cooks a high-protein dinner to aid the milk production; and the good fairies amber and ella berry, who arrived yesterday in between feeds bearing a tray of hot chocolate and large round shortbread-and-red-jam sandwiches; and ben and lena, who came ’round one weekend with half a kilo of chocolate seashells, and who doubled up as beds for the kid for a couple hours.