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So we've muddled along and reached six weeks. Pops is now pretty big, well over ten pounds and doing really well. I definitely don't feel as sleep deprived as I did with The Bean, but life is much more of a juggling act. This morning I tried to pay a few household bills over the phone with a crying baby and eventually when she realised I wouldn't play with her, a crying toddler too. Needless to say nothing got paid. I did remember to fill out my child benefit form (which all parents are entitled too, so don't forget to do it) and my washing machine is just about managing the strain of washing newborn and toddler clothes, my clothes and my husbands (notice that my husbands clothes are last on this list, i'm afraid the girls in my house get priority!)

I also had my first dilemma today. I was driving somewhere with Pops and The Bean and both had fallen asleep. Then I realised I had no petrol. So, should I fill the car, then wake both children and haul them into the petrol station to pay? Or, should I run in and pay leaving my sleeping children in a car in a London petrol station? I did the latter but locked all the doors. I didn't want to wake them and I kept my eyes on my car the whole time. If anyone had got within an inch of my car I would have been over in a mili-second ready with a rubbish rugby tackle.

Six weeks on and I feel a lot better too. There is no more pain with the stitches and tears and I no longer wince when sitting down. Slowly, day by day, the memory of the birth and labour fade in my mind and i'm definitely forgetting the pain. In fact, in my mind it wasn't really that painful... my mum was right - you do forget the pain of labour and i find myself describing the experience to my pregnant friends as 'pretty good really', amazing what the mind can do...