I have managed to get to ballet two weeks in a row now, after the Easter break and then missing two weeks due to migraine and losing my wallet. I am finding it very rewarding for the endorphins alone, but in addition the names of steps are starting to gain meaning in my head, and I am no longer completely lost in the dance bit at the end. My muscles ache worst on Wednesday, 36-48 hours after the class. It's very like climbing in terms of its physical effects on me and its requirement to use my brain.

On Sunday I broke a tooth. I have been procrastinating getting a checkup for something like 15 months but I was really honestly going to get to it this week. Well, now I had to. I had an emergency checkup on Monday, with a temporary filling applied until my actual registered dentist is available (Thursday morning). Dr Qureshi went private while I was pregnant, but I still remain in awe of his wisdom-tooth-removal skills and cannot face finding a new unknown dentist in order to stay NHS. So the credit card will be creaking this month: Thursday's appointment is merely a "full check up and treatment discussion" so I'm mentally budgetting for at least two more appointments after that.

Sleep is going better. I have managed to get 6 straight hours several days now, in return for accepting that they'll take place in Charles's bed rather than mine.

Some TMI:

This month's special gift is really really nasty cramps like I used to have as a teenager. Eventually my old survival instincts nudged me in the direction of ibuprofen, which is providing some relief. At least I am still barely-bleeding, so Mirena is some use there. I've also had intermittent mild cystitis symptoms for 2.5 weeks now and am wondering whether it's time to go see my GP. They go away if I drink lots of water, but then they come back if I don't ...