Shit.... 6 months on....

Doesn't time fly!  No really.... I'm sitting in bed eating hot chocolate pudding and ice cream, close to midnight and bravely ignoring the baby crying, who is now 6 months old!  Bloody hell... where did all that time go?  I pushed him out in the bath with the co-parent looking on shouting 'Yes! Yes!' while throwing towels into the water (When I said get towels I meant for some kind of cushion for the baby's head that is damn well coming out, not to be conveniently placed for post-birth cleaning up) in a labour that lasted about 40 seconds.  If only I could give birth to Phds as easily!  Revisions still ongoing... unfinshed.... unloved....  unnecessary....  can't I just get the thing because I've been in labour so long with it?  Maybe my extrodinary short, easy and blissful human labours are divine compensation for how crap I am at delivering academic work.   I'm typing one handed now ps while breastfeeding....   women of earth......you really can have it all!