It's my dad's birthday today. He won't tell me how old he is but Mum says it ends in an 0 and he's not 50!. He's been given lots of cards and presents (but not as many as me).
It turns out my weight gain was refuse related. I did a mahoosive poo last night and lost 10g! This means my average weight gain over the last 2 days was about right at 60g per day. Phew. No fluid retention.
I've been very chilled today. No serious desats or slow heart rates and we may try me off the CPAP for a few minutes to see how I go.
Mum is revising hard for her exams and travelling to Northwick Park, Charing Cross and Hammersmith hospitals to get teaching. A big thank you to the Radiology network of London. She knows she may not pass but will give it her best shot to get it out of the way before I come home minus my West London baby sitting task force.
Dad has been working hard at a conference about IT. Sounds dull but then my blog owes it's existence to the internet etc so I suppose I should be more interested. As it is, I prefer my sleep, milk and wiggles.
Sorry for the briefness of my blog but M+D seem a bit preoccupied this evening and mentioned that a Mr. Bollinger and Mr. Verve Cliquot were coming for dinner. They must be important!