ahoy there me hearties
socks belated congrats! all going well with you preggy types? jars? all ok?
the fishter. So sorry about your mum, and feeling for you too having to bear the brunt of it. No doubt doc f&j is doing good husbanding, but I guess the emotional complexities in losing a parent to Alzheimers are something that siblings could share in a very distinct way. Here, I've made you a bottle of sloe gin. I reckon you can sneak it past the social by virtue of its being all crafty and Kirsty-vomit-Alsopp.
instructions how are your family tribulations going?
wino! I did a bit of could-be-mine-posing with the nephew back in September but I think my cover got blown in Cafe Rouge when he started wailing and I blatantly didn't have the foggiest what to do. Mahosive period a good thing, for sure. It's the winowomb psyching up to make the most of its new improved status.
Anyways I am a fucker with nuffing particularly material to report. Have been overworked of late and kind of allowed myself to get carried away with that. But got jolted back to my ttc status and my online obligations to you lovely lot yesterday by a missed call from the midwife who I had seen at booking in gently chiding me for missing my 20 week appointment which I had forgotten would have been yesterday. So I called back and left a (slightly arsey but not too bad) voicemail saying sorry, but that I had specifically arranged with a junior doctor at the Hosp to cancel all my antenatal/over keen parenting classes etc and perhaps they could sort their shit out so people didn't get that call, thanks.
And thought that would be it, but then she called me back and talked to me for ages about how sorry she was, and finding out what had happened and asking a lot about how me & Mr J&b are doing which no one has done for a long time and which actually it was good to get asked. She's told me to call her as soon as I get a bfp and she'll get me back onto her books and into the EPU for a 6 wk reassurance scan, or that we can call her as/when we don't get a bfp and want to start that ball rolling and etc etc! On balance my MC care was pretty good I think (certainly for a London hospital) but it was functional, whereas that call was - I presume - so above and beyond a reasonable minimum that I was felt really cared for.
Gawd bless the NHS. At least gawd bless it until that cunt Lansley and his chums run a competitive tender to replace all the people like her with tesco-value-midwives.
Anyway, this was meant to be a quick log in but I've rattled on and made myself late for work so have to leg it. Take care y'all - have good weekends.