Oh bastid bastid periods, don't they know that this is our month?!
aubergine your stoicism is amaze. You are the Edith Cavell of TTC.
Meanwhile I am hungover and incoherent with misery. The very first thought this morning was of my pal getting pregnant apparently by sitting on a seat recently vacated by her boyfriend of 10 months. I am slightly perturbed by how bovvered I am. It's made worse by her insisting on texting me all her worries and symptoms and not once acknowledging that I might be a teeeeeeeeensy bit sore on the subject (she knows we've been TTCing since 1834).
I wouldn't be so mizz if I didn't have sore walnut whips, which is the usual Harbinger of Doom for me. But there's always next month . Next month will be MINE. Bwa-ha-ha-ha-haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.