Lil an email address would be useful actually! But don't feel you have to...
I would find out the sex, if I were you. Like I said, I had my strong suspicions, but didn't want to just leave it til the end assuming, and then be kind of disappointed- it's not fair on the baby! If you find out as soon as you can, it's still a surprise, and then you don't have the worry I did of 'oh, but I want to get those red polka dot legwarmers, and what if it's not...' and trying to keep the clothes as unisex as possible, but thereby straying into boy territory as all the girl clothes have sodding pink on... Grarr.
Berries woohoo to AF arriving! And bits behaving as normal. Must be a relief to feel like things are getting back on track.
Disco I would have thought looking at your chart that you laid an egg somewhere between 26-28th during that dip- that's what it looks like to me anyway. I guess you'll just have to wait and see!
Re: the sonographer- rude ones I can cope with, it was the beating me up without warning me first that I was pissed off with. I had to ask why she'd done it, ffs. I offered to move and she said no, then continued doing it. Still really angry about it!
Chips you could always do what me and DH did in the heady early days of our relationship, and talk about the 'maybe when if'. Then it's a means of talking about it while making it clear you're not making any assumptions. Worked for us!
Hope everyone is having a reasonably good day.
In other news, I got the grottiest, arsiest text from my sister yesterday having a right fucking go over the fact I haven't told anyone the sex yet- apparently I have handled it rubbishly, and am being manipulative, controlling, childish, have made 'everyone' feel snubbed and emotionally drained, and have sucked all the joy out of it.
I cried and cried. Obviously she has a lot going on at the mo, or she wouldn't have just started savaging me like that, and I waited for DH to get home to reply- he handles customer complaints so was able to advise me on non-inflammatory language, and being 'the bigger person' , and offering to tell her sooner rather than later if she was really that bothered (wanted to tell her to fuck off). Felt better for knowing I'd dealt with it in a mature, responsible way, but then got another text in the evening- apparently I have missed the point, and everyone is angry because I misled them, and now nobody is actually interested because they don't care anyway.
Oh, and I just had a letter back from Student Loans having a go because I didn't provide the correct evidence to show I was unemployed but supported by my husband. They have highlighted a paragraph stating what I should have provided to demonstrate my incompetence. Now I am incensed, because the original letter said 'provide evidence', but didn't actually guide me as to what they wanted me to provide, so I just sent a copy of DH's last payslip. I am so angry right now I think I might go fucking nuclear!!!
Maybe I should go stand near the gammon steaks I took out of the freezer for tea, and then they'll defrost that much quicker with all the rage radiating out of me. Life fucking sucks sometimes.