The kid stayed over at ours last night. The poor thing wasn’t having a good day. She had an assessment test for a company in my business park so most of yesterday morning was spent running up and down the stairs in my work place. I had to meet her, bring her into my canteen
According the fabulous tests I did for the ovulation, I never ovulated last week. Tell that to the large shoulder men who were accosted between Wed and Friday. Pfft. As if tests know my body better then me? As it turns out I was doing it at the wrong time. No tittering at the back.
You know you’ve lost it when you are gazing at a stick hoping against hope for 2 pink stripes. When you’re excited at the prospect of the 2 pink stripes to indicate ovulation and when this doesn’t happen on what is supposed to be day 14 then you give a long lecture to your ovaries
I don’t mean in a Oh Aunty Agatha has walked into the room, I hope Uncle Benji doesn’t start arguing with her over the amount of gin she had tonight way. I mean in a its bloody freezing way. So much so I had to blow the dust off my scarf and wooly hat.
Could be the title of my book if I ever got off my ass and wrote it. Alas its more of a description of baby making fun and frolics. We started with sperm in a pot and now its onto peeing in a shot glass to check ovulation. Fun. From day 10 to ovulation day,
