Annie’s been really unsettled for the last few weeks, even more so than usual.

I’ve been feeding her at least five times a night, every night, sometimes more. I’m managing on three to four hours of broken sleep, and I’m completely exhausted.

Tom keeps complaining that we’re disturbing his sleep.

Today, he even said that he’s more tired than me – not that there’s a way of measuring that – even though every time I wake with Annie, I can hear him snoring deeply.

His selfishness seems to know no bounds lately.