My instinct is to say I'm ok but the truth is I'm doing everything I can to avoid my assignment. I've changed and washed our bedding, hoovered right through, cleaned Toby's litter tray and I've run out of jobs so uni work it is!

We're delivering presents over the next few days, J's friend tomorrow who has a new baby so both dreading and looking forward to that. I'm worried about her feeling sorry for me, even though I know she won't as she gets it. She needed IVF for her little girl and it's her that advises J on how to best support me. Then dropping birthday and Christmas presents off for my sister and nieces, and my brother and his fiancee on Friday. Trying to get it sorted before the children break off