I never did get around to posting about Harry’s birthday. We were gathered in the hallway about to leave for his party, when Harry, in one of the accidents he so often suffers, overbalanced on the stairs in front of us all and smashed his eye socket hard into the wooden stair rails. I could [...]
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Apropos of the No Eggs! Cockerel Complex! whimpers that populated my previous post, Thalia comments: Um. I assume you did either chemistry or biology o-level. And if you remember back to those days you’ll remember that UNITS are very important. And now if I tell you that UK measurements of E2 are made in pmol/litre and US [...]
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I both love and hate the internet. My consultant told me my day 3 blood tests were, and I quote, ‘normal’. I have therefore spent the last couple of days all Tra-la-la!-ish and not giving it another thought, until I have just now sat down to google the actual numbers involved, which I dutifully asked for and [...]
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I’m sat here deciding whether to compare myself to a busy bee, an army ant or a blue-arsed fly. Whatever. You get the picture: me, insect, scary hybrid, yes? My exoskeleton bum has not touched the ground much. I have actually got going properly with my cards since returning from that thing I loosely termed a holiday, [...]
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They say that a change is as good as a rest. You do hear a lot of unmitigated bollocks*. It is emphatically not a rest. It is not remotely close to a rest. It is, pardon my vulgarity, exactly the same shit in a different toilet. (Apropos, Harry, bless his 2nd percentile soul, generally shits [...]
Filed under: Parenting | Tagged: Angst, Bloody Weather, His Lordship, Holidays, Sleep Good. Sleep Nice., Speech Delay, Temper temper | 11 Comments »
I am the woman who shares. I have told you about the time I was infested with poultry mites. I have told you – with photos – about the time I picked up Harry’s turd in my bare hands. I have written an entire post – with illustrations – about suppositories. (Note for American readers regarding [...]
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Continuing the theme of our glorious NHS: Yesterday, Harry and I drove 31 miles to the regional hospital where I have received all of my fertility treatment to date, and where Harry spent 10 days in the (brand-new, state of the art) intensive care unit. I took my ticket, glumly noted that I was 81st in [...]
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