The baby attempts finished, its now all down to the body and how the ovaries take it. Divas that they are.
I actually turned to Mammy2 yesterday morning and said“Don’t think take this the wrong way, but thank god we don’t have to have sex”
Whilst, babymaking is fun, don’t get me wrong. Its the whole not
If you’re a fan of the L Word, the title of this post will make you chortle. If you’re not, you shouldstart watching it. Its very good. Its that time of the month again, if you’re at all sqeaumish about syringes or sperm, then I would advise you to skip this post. Its oluvation on
Never, ever try to be spontaneous on Valentines Day is my advice to you. We had decided already that we were going to use this evening as Date night and so Mammy2 was going to cook dinner whilst I had the hard task of picking up a bottle of wine and desert. I know, I
I had an early night last night, the body still complaining about the weekend’s activities. I awoke at just after to 12 to find the bed still empty. For those of you who are familar with Mammy2’s sleeping patterns, basically as much as possible, you will know that being up past 12 is madness for
Saturday was a rollercoaster. After vowing never to go out again on Friday, Friday night beckoned and a friends leaving do was on. We had to attend. At this stage my poor body wanted nothing more to do with me and my shenigans but it came along for the ride. Hence when the alarm went
