Good morning.

It�s not that I have nothing to tell you � or even that I don�t get the odd hour here an there in which to do other than feed/change/cuddle Raven � it�s just that the odd hour is also needed to take laundry in/out, have a bath (shower still being renovated), pee/poo, have breakfast/lunch/dinner, go into town to pick up shopping/exercise. I�ve not even begun writing in the baby book my brother brought over as a barselsgave for us. I need to write the story of her birth in there, and although it�s as clear now as it ever was(n�t), it�s just getting less and less relevant � if you know what I mean. I have to ask Adam about the specifics of it all anyways, cos I was so tired and exhausted by the time I was actually labouring that it�s all a little vague.

I�m enjoying being Raven�s mother, though. She�s still an easy baby to look after. She should be napping right now, but I can hear her getting a little grizzly, so I guess I should be going.

I�m back � just wanted feeding � the baby, not me.

Speaking of back � mine is killing me. It�s cos I slouch when I breastfeed � I wish I had pert little tits so I could just shove Raven up under my top to suckle, but I can�t � I have to hold my breast in order to avoid her choking. At night it�s okay, cos I can lie down on my side and then we�re both comfortable.

Here�s a picture I just took with our crappy little minicam. Sorry it�s so dark � but I�m sure you get the idea.