Due to a sudden personal crisis which I need to support my husband with, unrelated to trying to conceive, I won’t be blogging for a while. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone for. Thank you for all your support and understanding. Please keep reading my past posts, liking them and sharing them with … More See you soon…
Mm. I have some thoughts on that outstandingly stellar piece of knobhead advice. (Nobody has said this to me recently but it does get bandied about every now and then.) I appreciate that this platitude is well-meaning, and doesn’t come from a bad place by the person who is saying it, but it’s reaaaaally not … More “Don’t try so hard.”
I feel a lot of guilt about a lot of things these days. I feel guilty that I’ve prioritised my career and hundreds of other people’s children for the past decade. And now I want to put my own future children first, they’re not happening. I feel guilty that I took it for granted that … More The Guilt
It has been 19 days since we last had sex. NINETEEN DAYS. For whatever reason we don’t seem to have sex during the TWW. Partly because of the exhaustion of shagging constantly during my fertile week, and partly because I (ridiculously) get scared that too much rough movement during sex in this time might prevent … More “If you don’t shag me tonight, I’m joining Tinder”
I love being married to Dave. He is a typical alpha male. A man’s man. I could never see myself married to a suit, or a geek, or a shy guy. Nothing against those type of men, but they don’t set my world on fire. I love a tradesman. A hands-on practical man. The sort … More A man’s point of view of trying to conceive… through a woman’s eyes.
I saw my reflexologist for (hopefully) the final time today. Remember, this lady gets more people pregnant than the Sunderland Shagger (Google him. No, actually don’t, you’ll be sick in your mouth.) When I last saw her 2 weeks ago she predicted that I would probably get my period. Unfortunately, she was right. But I … More Ovaries, this is Houston. You are cleared for take off.
I’ll keep this brief seeing as you’re all dying to know. Dave gets home from work, absolutely knackered. I talk about how my appointment went and then, as he’s putting his bag down and stripping off in the kitchen, I drop the bombshell. Me: And, yeah, you’ll need to wank into a cup one Wednesday … More The Reaction…