1001 Fallopian Nights: The BESH-Harem Opens for 30s TTCs & their silk pyjamas. Sherbert on tap. Baklava made by doe-eyed boys freely available. Kelims provided for SWI. Hookahs optional but welcome.

Morgen. Mash You broke the lamp. What more action do you want?

CH and I have engaged in name finding game for a long time. That started before we even started trying. I guess it's a mega faith tempt. Never boys names though ?

I like the norf. Have a particular panache for Sunderland (weirdo emoticon).

Anyhoo, need advice from the BESHters. Droid aproacheth. Which is good, as we are over the HSG (or was it HCG?) cycle. I have my dissertation to hand in, which will be the end of MSc and then we are going on holiday the same day with my best friend and our boys.
And here comes the conundrum: do I drink? See I have not been drinking for the past few months. Not that they resulted in diff or naught, but what with the exams, TTC and I didn't have that much time for socializing. And my tolerance is hideously low. But as it'll be holiday and the end of my studies I want to celebrate! If I do drink I am not planning piss ups (too old and sensible and one glass will be enough given my tolerance) but just a glass a night. Even this is likely to give me a headache so Neurofens would get involved... and I am asking all of this because that will be just before ovulation. Should I be really boring and kinda mis that I cannot celebrate with anything but then feel healthy and content in the knowledge that if we spawn it's all good. Or should I just fekking relax after months?

Silly question maybe...

Awaiting today's scan results...

Oh my god, Aries I spotted that thread and almost posted "you lot have TOO much time on your hands" then thought that would be rude so just said in my head. I predict 10 pages by Thursday. :o

can't say it's something I've ever considered....

How funny is this? www.mumsnet.com/Talk/_chat/1022232-Pillowcase-etiquette

So what do you lot think of this very important ishoo?

I seriously thought about it a few years ago, it looked like we would could both gets jobs down there. But I think I would miss the outdoor space we have here (plus the company turned out to be horrible)

The universe is really trying to stick it to me this weekend. After a friend on friday night quizzing me about being pregnant just because I was driving and had posted a pick of some booties I made for a friend on facebook. Today I had some random woman at the allotment barbeque asking me "have you not brought the baby with you? Oh sorry I thought you were someone else." Not letting it get to me tho. :o

How's everyone else's weekend?

I kind of love London. I can't picture myself living anywhere else. Except maybe Edinburgh.

I loved visiting London in April, not having been there in years, but I don't think I could live and work there.

I can't remember the last time I was actually in London proper (as opposed to Heathrow which doesn't really count). It's a year now since we moved from the not so big city to medium sized town suburbia and I miss being able to walk/get the bus everywhere and having an exciting variety of decent shops plenty of which were less than 5 mins walk from home. However given that said city is currently awash with tourists and impossible to get anything done in I'll live.

What I don't think I'd cope with in London is the time people all seem to spend commuting. And the cost of living in a shoe box. So I'll stick to up north.

No Head No signs! Unless a stressy feeling in the chest and tense shoulders is a 'sign' (sign I am a general menkullist yes, sign i am diffed, doubtful)

Besides I have no idea what I should be looking for and when? I feel slightly nauseous but I a pretty sure thats because I've just pickled 6 kg of beetroot and the house pongs of vinegar :o

I love londons multiculturalness. Its the noise and the rudeness of the some of the people that I don't like. Its nice to get back to the north and have a cabbie chat away to you and a check-out chick not look at you sideways if you say one word other than 'yes, please and thank you' Mind you, I think I spent too much time in 'the city' when I was down there which is not a true representation. Where abouts where you in 'the provinces?

oh MTF yes 2WOOFL in full effect here, bored of it already!

Haha, any time we try and swap position we either nearly fall off the bed, or bang a head on the wall and its a kingsize so obviously all that film soft focus luuurve making is pyaaar LIES.

London? London? Once a year is enough for anyone. The culture traffic! The food noise! The entertainment filth! The public transport rude people!

Oi, you can't have my man PencilCase! I'll fight you for the old and fat big and burly. 'Twas a good description. I'll give you a quick punch up in the mud, but then get back to my 12 Days Of Dissertation.

Hear, hear SaladDays. Though, why the blues? Is it the 2WOOFL? (Doh, shoves more mud into HB's face for own stupid question.)

Sorry Pette if I sounded insensitive asking about the lies, I dunno the story, being a semi-old BESH an' all. But I join all forms of violence against the bastard. I would even offer muddied up HB and I go over and beat him up right now, but I think that is more of a reward than a punishment for any man.

Lahndan, I dunno, I cannot grasp anything beyond zone 2 either but we are seriously considering somewhere outside for da air and birds and sea and idyll and what not. But it does make me freak out a bit. Maybe I'll ask BESHies for some advice on the matter at some point, but I really think I need to watch my MN word count for the time being.

'Tis deffo premonition, CincoSlut. Get over 'ere into the mud!

cross posts HB i think the story of your luuuuurve affair with the OM is wonderful not boring, and plenty of secondary sources on here of total bastards to write about. And Easter theory is genius and obviously spot on.

:o

Sorry we weren't around to entertain you last night, Eddie I for one, went to bed early as I realised I had only had 5 hrs sleep on friday night. Seems to have done the trick as feel much better today. Is it too late for a feff?

I spent quite a bit of time working in that there London over the last few years and I can assure you I was always VERY glad to get home. Nice place to visit, wouldn't want to live there. But someone has to, so its a good job you love it :D

tarty not sure you should cancel IUI on the basis of a dream? Unless there are other reasons you want to?

Going to keep busy today, weeding, pickling and jamming so as to avoid doing me own swaaaade in.

Well my bloke may be younger but he's been losing his hair for a wee while now - as gorgeous as ever to me though so no probs.

I worked in that there fancy Lahndan town for a while and at my leaving do was told in no uncertain terms that I was mad to consider going back to the provinces.

at all the pricks that we have had to endure at one time or another. The rocky road to pure love was long and arduous for some but we've got there in the end It will be the same for our babyeez...

Is it mad to think that a dream I had yesterday is actually a psychic premonition - like some flash forward type moment (although I didn't watch that because it was crap). I seem to have graduated from having dreams where everyone else has a baby but not me .....to ones where I'm preggo....to the latest one where we're cuddling our newborn baby daughter and marvelling at how she was nearly a Christmas baby. WTF?! Lovely if true but means I wouldn't get pregnant for another 5 months - waaaaah. Has actually made me question whether to go ahead with IUI [hmmm] Think I need a good slapping.

Sorry you're feeling stressed salad Hope the sober bath did the trick.

The way I see it lovely men come along in all shapes, sizes and ages but not very often, so we have to take em were we find em, whether younger or older, balding, or plumptious (i like that one)

So scorps the ex was manipulative with the fabric of reality eh? Well he can just fuck right off then can't he, and he better hope he never runs into any BESHes.

Feeling very stressy (in an unwell way) today for some reason, not sure why. TB thinks its the 'baby stuff'. I need to have a word with myself or how the hell I will cope with the next 2 weeks and the subsequent disappointment I don't know (nothing like a bit of PMA :() Think bath might be a good call, although will be missing the glass of wine unfortunately.

Now you must describe the lies. Well, you don't have to, but you repeated it so many times it is indeed intriguing.

(I am pretty cert those have naught to do with boldness though. )

I don't have anything against men who are bald or balding. Unless it's my Ex and then I will slag him off for being a slaphead until the cows come home, the arsehole (he started going bald at 21).

He stole my best baby-making years from me with his lies, his non-interest in sex, his lies, his lies, his lies, his general crapness and by not being TYF. And his LIES.

Did I mention the LIES?

Evening everyone. That is literally all I have the energy to write. Pokes in the eye and dead buttocks to all.