Well the Red Menace has almost left the building, and I'm already gearing up to hatch the golden egg. I have to admit, my clean living halo slipped a little (well ok, a lot) over the weekend. I noticed the other day that a restaurant in town was now allowing punters to BYO and not charging corkage. I rang up one of my friends and suggested getting a few people together for dinner. She said why not, let's put the session back in recession. So four of us headed out, bottle of wine each in hand. We left the restaurant, bottle of wine each down the hatch. We then progressed to the pub, and from there John and I went home, grabbed whatever booze we could lay our hands on, and popped in next door to see our neighbours. Luckily they are as big a pair of pissheads as we normally are, so they were their usual hospitable selves. The next day was a total write off. I didn't get out of the scratcher until around 5pm. As sick as a plane to Lourdes, I was.
Anyway, all that hedonism is behind me now, and I'm back on healthy form again. I went back to Catherine, my wonder woman acupuncturist yesterday evening for another session. For the first time ever, I bled when she took the needles out. Don't know what that means, but I suppose my circulation must be healthy enough. I also went back to the gym last night, before I fell off the wagon entirely. I started on the Evil Pills on Sunday night. I'm feeling a teeny bit weepy on them today, so I think it's off to the gym for me again tonight to get those endorphins flowing. I received my order from the medical test centre on Monday too. Preseed and peesticks galore. I had to tell John that preseed is not something you get from the garden centre to spread on your spring bulbs. It's more to do with lady gardens. Enough said.
This Saturday we are heading down south for John's niece's christening. I'm looking forward to it and dreading it all at the same time. I'm delighted for the new parents, you couldn't meet nicer people, but I'm dreading somebody not in the know of our situation giving it the "when is she getting a little cousin, nudge nudge, wink wink". I'll let you know how it goes.
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God, Christenings are the worst. I felt so dreadful when I found out nthat John's cousin had just miscarried the week before they came to H's. Arrgggh.
Sick as a plane to Lourdes? Fabulous!
I have to ask... what's preseed?!
Love the way you say 'down south' like it's bandit country or something.
Get some Murphy's into hubby and he'll be ready for anything.
Good luck.
Sick as a plane to... ohh, I laughed so hard I nearly fell off the chair.
Good luck with Christening Survival while on Evil Clomid. Oy.
Like the others, that sick plane is brilliant. Will be using it at every opportunity.
And as for falling off the wagon, we all need a break. If only to remind ourselves that we have a life beyond trying to get knocked up.
Hope the christening conversations stick to the weather.
HFF - preseed is a sperm friendly lubricant. I'm leaving nothing to chance! You can buy it online.
Xbox - Isn't there border control somewhere north of Charleville?
May - One of my favourite sayings. Thanks for the good luck wishes. Getting a little weepy already....
WFI - I'm trying to imagine somebody saying that in an English accent. I was due a slip off the wagon, am back on board again.
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