to start a thread so that anyone who has anything to say about anything at all can get it all off their chest without bumping three year-old threads?

[TandB]

Further to the recent invasion of the zombie-threads, I thought it might be helpful to provide a shiny new thread just in case anyone has anything at all they want to air, let's say on the subject of childbirth, healthcare professionals and the appropriate sort of engineering degree needed to deliver a baby.

I thought it might spare the blushes of those who have suddenly found their idle musings of 18 months ago catapulted onto the front page of AIBU or Childbirth. It might also spare poor Tortoise from trailing round after the zombies pointing out the age of the threads in question!

Anyone? Anything to say?

F5?? Fantastic...

Tokophobia is, I think (without checking so will look like a loon if I'm wrong), the real fear of being pregnant/giving birth. I think it's the giving birth bit.

F14 - Aren't the USAF bombers? I haven't got one.

[wails]

I don't have F14! What does it do? What does it do?

Isn't tokophobia the one will all the little holes?

TheBig and Quenelle - blood running out the doors and splattered everywhere now - so her mother's ears must be bleeding. She just doesn't STOP, she talks and talks and talks and talks very loudly non-stop. Love the bit about her spinning around - UB40 on full blast here I come!

Can you sing very loudly and out of tune?

Is it bad that I wanted to lamp the stupid old cow in Morrisons today who's basket I nudged very slightly with my trolley (which was full and damn hard to push). I said 'sorry' straight away and was greeted with 'Oi Man!' God awful Chavvy supermarket.

Tokophobia is the fear of pregnancy/birth. The troll has been on every patenting forum and her threads get quite nasty

What troll?

Ladythumb I feel your pain.

My neighbour spends hours and hours everyday from March to November in her garden with her baby and various visitors YAP YAP YAP YAP all day long. Every meal, every phonecall, every argument carried out at full volume in her tiny terrace garden late into the night.

Why? It drives me around the bend