This month, we’ve been choosing ‘sex every other day’ rather than ‘waiting for ovulation and then doing it as much as possible.’ In many ways, it suits us better – less panic, less pressure, less precision.
I’m really struggling to separate sex from trying to conceive at the moment. When we first started trying it was all exciting and new and naughty. We’d spent the whole of our adult lives being incredibly careful to avoid pregnancy; sex without contraception is like sampling the forbidden fruit. Was.
I always wondered what Intimate Feminine Wipes were for. Now I know
There’s nothing like embarking on fertility treatment to find out just how much your husband masturbates. I mean, I knew he did it, but good lord, I didn’t realise a four-day hiatus would be so traumatic. ‘What am I supposed to do for four whole days?’ he says, quite seriously, on Tuesday afternoon. ‘The doctor [...]
‘Are you sure about this?’ I say to H. He nods. ‘No, really. Are you sure? I mean, are you worried about it?’ ‘Are you worried about it?’ he says. ‘That’s more to the point.’ ‘Oh god yes,’ I say. ‘Of course I am. I’ve been worried about it all day.’ This conversation has become [...]
I don’t have the option of storing away my babies in the freezer, ready for a potential future defrosting.
I am impatiently waiting for my period to start. Those of you who have followed this blog from the beginning are entitled to chuckle at that. In those early days, I was on a permanent period. Then, I would have quite happily given up the damned things for good, in full knowledge that I had undergone more [...]