The red menace is attempting to get itself underway. It knows very well that today is our village fete and I am spending the entire afternoon stood in the middle of a facility-less field. If I am lucky, I will make it to this evening before the serious cramps start and the ominous knicker-staining becomes the ubiquitous [...]
Filed under: Parenting | Tagged: Boobs Out!, period overload, pubic peril, Village Life | 10 Comments »
There’s been a lot of hoo-ha in the US press lately (and, consequently, the UK press) about the lumbering behemoth that is our NHS. I love the NHS. I do. I really do. Irrespective of whether you’re having a mole removed or you’re fighting for your life in intensive care, the only financial aspects of your [...]
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Thank you to the 88 kind souls who took part in my Show Yourselves! exercise; it was very nice indeed to encounter some more personalities behind the traffic-graphs. For the considerable number of you who didn’t feel ready to commit themselves to a mouseclick (surely I had left no possible permutation of reader type unamed?!) - I am glaring slightly huffily [...]
Filed under: Parenting | Tagged: Bloggy Buddies, Top Totty | 30 Comments »
There are bloggers out there – nobler, wiser bloggers than I, no doubt - who evince no interest in their blog stats. Either they switch them off, or they merely peek once in a while. I have a sneaking suspicion that this is the type of person who doesn’t ask the baby’s sex during the 20 week [...]
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We re-trod some old (ish) ground on Tuesday, and found ourselves in the Centre for Reproductive Medicine’s waiting room, staring at the same notices, the same fishtank (the same fish?) and the same magazines. The same, yet blissfully and very thankfully different. The sickening undertow of bleak emotional darkness is not a sensation I miss. I could read [...]
Filed under: Parenting | Tagged: Farming, His Lordship, Infertility, Poorly Sick, Two Ovens One Bun, Uteri say No, uterus didelphys | 12 Comments »
I can’t quite remember how to do this blogging thing. Do I just start typing? As I am sadly likely to gradually forget quite what he is like at this age, I will attempt to describe Harry at two. Because, astoundingly, Harry is two. 2. Two. One plus one. Two whole years in the world. No longer – and this bit [...]
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