Each month I watch for blood, fearfully, for when it comes it means failure. I have failed once again to fulfil the expectations of others, which have become my own. I read The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood 15 years ago when doing my A Levels. Last night I watched the TV adaptation and dug … More The Handmaid’s Tale
And plan a spontaneous trip to New York this Christmas. And spend nearly £700 on season tickets for our home football team for Dave and me. And arrange multiple nights out with friends. I’ve got to that point where I feel “fuck it”. Fuck avoiding doing things or spending money ‘in case’ I’m pregnant. It … More Fuck the life plan… and let’s get drunk.
So last night started out one way and finished VERY differently. Just to put it into context, I still haven’t ovulated yet. I thought I had a couple of days ago but my temps haven’t confirmed this so we are still on that elusive egg hunt. We needed to get another session in last night … More Having sex like it’s 2007
It’s safe to say that Dave is feeling better again. I have the slap marks, carpet burns, friction burns and bruises to show for it. I was innocently chilling on the sofa with my phone after a long day at work. I hadn’t had time to do my exercise DVD when I got back because … More When does wrestling become attempted rape?
It’s that time of the week when I watch One Born Every Minute. A weekly reminder that I’M STILL NOT PREGNANT but allegedly one baby is born every minute. Just not fucking born to me. I Googled a depressing statistic tonight. Since first starting our journey to becoming a family of 3 on the 4th … More My weekly torture
Oh god did it go horrifyingly, mortifyingly, regretfully wrong. Last night, at 11pm, I was about to head to bed . I’d been watching a programme in the bedroom that was nearly finished and Dave was downstairs. I decided to take a sultry selfie to entice him to bed. It was nothing too raunchy. Black … More When sexy selfies go VERY wrong…
Never have these marriage vows been so important than in the past 3 weeks. The hardest and most challenging of the 535 weeks that Dave and I have been together. As it’s nearing the end of Mental Health Awareness Week in the U.K., it is appropriate that I post this blog today. My husband ‘came … More For better for worse, in sickness and in health, til death us do part.