Shock diagnosis from my GP further to my day 3 blood: I?m not menopausal ? I?m just a twat.
So there we have it. You lot ought to be doctors. Thanks for all the words of wisdom and the luvvin.
For whatever reason the premature menopause fear had become the major focus of the anxieties inherent in this shit. I?m much less stressed about the other tests - if mr j&b has limp jizz, meh, we?ll deal with it. If I don?t ovulate this month/every month, meh, we?ll deal with that too.
I am using piss HQ again, but am otherwise am chillin(ish) ? honest. Work is still a bit of a pain in the arse (sounds like that?s true for all of us), but have otherwise been doing lots of wholesome, calm things such as running [not very far, but still?], knitting [half way to achieving a pirate hot water bottle cover which might, on completion, be my favourite thing ever], baking [coffee and walnut cake ? not as risey as I would have liked but otherwise bloody delish even if I do say so myself] and planting seeds for germination [sweet peas]. So I?m not doing too bad on the stress-stakes.
And and AND I only drank once last week (on Friday). And I drank halves to everyone else?s pint so it was a virtuous, teetotal kind of drinking . Oh, and in the same pub as simon from the inbetweeners. It was like a day of b-list celebrity spotting, Friday.
So my body is pretty much a temple of fertility potential and Feb could be the month, I think.
But people, people, you still haven?t told me your DUE DATES. Let me have em!
< hands round slices of cake and hovers anxiously around waiting for confirmation of self-declared deliciousness>