magic wand indeed

Because I was still Flo-free yesterday, 6 days post primolut, I was asked to go in for a session with the magic libido-reducing wand. The pregnant radiographer (dontcha love it?!) had a good peer around my ovaries (no cysts, hooray) and my uterus (thick lining, hooray) and was confident that it would only be a matter of days.

But Aunt Flo showed up this morning, around 4.30 and in an increasingly vicious mood as the day has worn on.

But - she is here and I go for my D3 baseline bloods and ultrasound on Friday.

Oh frabjous day! Callooh, callay!

IVF here we come.

Crikey...

a relaxed weekend

"Hasn't it been a nice, relaxed weekend?" Significant Other has just asked me as he stretched out on the bed after dinner, watching me put piles of newly-ironed clothes away. "We've done nothing!"

And indeed, WE have done nothing. I, on the other hand, have been food shopping, cleaned the flat, changed the bed linen, taken out the rubbish, changed a fuse, cooked two dinners and washed up afterwards, done 4 loads of washing and ironed for 2 hours.

To be fair, Significant Other did spend yesterday installing some new gadget. Apparently it records stuff straight to USB, pauses live TV, has some kind of fancy display, speaks six languages and massages your feet at the end of the day. And he did bring me a cup of coffee and a buttered crumpet this afternoon (Significant Other, not the gadget).

Still, one of us has had a rather more relaxed weekend than the other...

Day 49 in the BFN house...

... and despite having taken 5 days' of Primolut, Aunt Flo is still AWOL.

I've done everything. Apart from taking Primolut I have also:
worn my best white nether-garments
forgotten to take extra sanitary supplies and painkillers to work
changed the bed linen

What more is a woman to do??

thank you

I was overwhelmed to be given this award by the amazing Kate; thank you so much.

The rules are that you reveal 10 things not previously known about you, and pass along the award to others. Compiling the list below has proved a nice distraction this evening.

1. I have a wheat and gluten allergy and pizza in particular makes me very ill the next day. But sometimes I clear my weekend schedule and order in a deep-pan, seafood pizza with extra onion on a Friday night.

2. When I sing in the shower I think I sound wonderful even though I know that I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket.

3. Living alone never scared me; the thought of dying alone always has.

4. I twirl my hair when I'm nervous or stressed or upset. It feels like I have had a strand grafted to my fingers these past 18 months...

5. I got a tattoo for my 30th birthday as a present to myself. It is of a cat stalking along my right hip. I have never before or since let flow such a stream of profanity as I did when it was being done.

6. I was an ardent Catholic as a child and never really fully lost my faith until 28th April 2008 when we lost Starchild.

7. I hate clothes shopping, shoe shopping and grocery shopping but have to be dragged out of bookshops, protesting bitterly.

8. It bothers me beyond all sense when people wrongly use "and I" or "and me" (as in "my friend and me went to France" or "it was given to my husband and I").

9. I think that Ceylon tea is the best in the world and all other teas are mere upstarts.

10. I genuinely believe that my darling little cat understands every word I say to her.

I would like to share this with:
Circus Princess
Loribeth
BarrenBlog
IF Crossroads
May

that time again

ker-ching

For the past month I have been in denial but this evening, when I opened the freezer and the ice-tray was full of barely chilled water I realised that the time has come.

I need to buy a new fridge-freezer.

But that's okay because I realise that a couple of hundred pounds is nothing, a mere bagatelle. You know, after having spent £4000 on replacing windows in March and almost £1300 on vet's bills last month, and almost £1000 on IUI / drugs / consultations, and about to hand over thruppence ha'penny for IVF in the next few days.

Ho hum.

three years

It was Significant Other's and my 3rd year anniversary yesterday.

We put on our Sunday best, went to a fancy restaurant, had delicious food and wine, got a little squiffy, treated ourselves to a cab home.

We exchanged gifts: he bought me ear-rings, I bought him shoes (not so much romantic as practical).

We didn't talk about babies, treatment, money or the future.

It was a wonderful evening.