Thermal underwear...

It's not sexy. It's not cute. It might be necessary though, as it's getting colder and colder in the house and hey! There's not even any snow outside! The government wants you to keep your rooms at 18C, except for the lounge, which ought to be 21C. They're not in league with the energy firms who have just raised their prices for the winter AT ALL are they?! Unfortunately, as we are still renting we can't put into practice the measures that would save us money and help heat the house more effectively... but when we eventually get around to buying a place, it will be insulated, lagged, draught-proofed, the double glazing will have proper seals and there will be a cat flap somewhere so we don't have to keep opening the damn window; curtains will be lined, blinds will be thermal and blackout, radiators will have reflective backing on the walls... and hopefully the amount we save from putting those measures into place will allow me the luxury of a DISHWASHER!

Troll's first fireworks tonight. They were running late so he was super tired, cranky and wanted his milk, and eventually became overstimulated by the noise and lights and turned his head away from it all. I think that if they had run on time and maybe had been even half an hour earlier, then he would have had a better time of it. Wasn't helped by the fact he hadn't napped well today  - we knew he was going to be cranky anyway. He is still very disdainful of anything on his feet though so when we got him back home his little feet and leggies were all chilly cold :( will perhaps need some baby long-johns too. He's getting over the cold, at last, but I've got his pillow propped up by toys so the phlegm can drain away and not collect in his poor wee chest. Hopefully the hacking cough will have gone in a couple of days.

And the Minion? They're measuring about 2cm by now, mebbe a little bigger. I keep feeling a little popping sensation, which I'm sure is my uterus doing some kinda funky chicken dance because of its newest resident. Appetite is almost non-existent because of the feeling I might vomit at any time, even though I'm not actually throwing up. I can't hold my phone in my mouth without gagging, can't hold letters or anything between my teeth, it all leads to gagging. I'm no emetophobe but I'd rather not do it in public, thanks. And I'm always fricking COLD! Might need my SAD lamp back, so exhausted and run down and need all the help I can get.

That's all for now...