Okay, this might be a bit pathetic, but I have to get it off my chest...
My son is now four months old, and he is the best thing that's ever happened to me. He is worth every pain, every worry and every single sleepless night. For him I have endured an episiotomy on gas and air alone, I have endured a mastitis, I have endured having to express breastmilk 8 to 10 times a day to build up my milk supply, have managed to stand in the kitchen at 4am to sterilise the pumping equipment, knowing it needed to be ready again by 7am. I was sick with grief when after 2 months and despite countless sessions with breast feeding support workers I had to admit it just didn't work out and I had to switch to bottle feeding. I managed to go through this difficult first time almost alone because my family lives abroad and my husband currently has a 70 hours work week. I don't mind being puked on, peed on and shat on.
Somehow I coped with every obstacle in my way. I've even come to term with the fact that I'm fat now and my boobs will never be what they once were. But what sent me over the edge is that I'm now losing my hair! Was the above mentioned not enough? Is a receding hairline with bald temples to be my reward? If it is supposed to be, thank you very much, I'd rather have a nice piece of chocolate cake instead...
Rant over, feeling slightly better now