So
it was a good week. Finished up everything we wanted to do on Thursday & did more baking, sewing & film watching on Friday. Simon took the children swimming after work - Jasper enjoys it so much & does a good dolphin impression 
I’m really enjoying the them, Claudia is a joy to be with atm.
Claudia went up with my parents to Oz’s party, we picked her up this afternoon, she had a good time but is v. tired. We (or rather Simon) did sanding & painting & other exciting (not) house-related tasks. I knitted some boxes (odd I know).
I’m feeling shit, the fact that I’m functioning & having happy moments just makes me feel worse the rest of the time. The whole ttc shit is looming over me & I already feel like I want to scream & rend my hair (we’re not even trying). Spent a couple of hours crying on Thursday night, then again on Friday night, then again tonight - see a pattern? God it’s crap.
