Round up your ghosties and ghoulies and long legged beasties, the BESH are going to scare out the BFPs!

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Its true, NGCECOAWT, so the BESH move on.

Join us in spooky October, for a different sort of Pagen fun. Sod the lentil weaving and organic bean bags, we're channelling pointy black hats, green tinged foundation and probably a bit of Harry Potter.

Join us for cursing of the insta-diffs, moments of pure love and the horrors of the cam of the fanjo - post the Beshtionnaire and the coven will judge you.

This is not a woo thread (TINAWT)

Another one not in favour of water-based activities here, though that's mostly because I cannot swim very well (took 5 attempts to get my 25m badge aged 10 so just gave up after that!).

Saw my very pregnant BF yesterday to give her a birthday pressie. Her bump has grown massively in the 2 weeks since I last saw her. Before she had a teeny bump and looked about 6/7 months gone, but now it's a proper one!

I've checked out my "How to Mix Drugs & Stab Yourself" DVD so am a bit better prepared for tomorrow, but I keep having teary wobbles over it all

Faith eek about your scare, but glad everything seems ok now. Can't quite believe your scan has come round already .

Jethro Fearne Cotton really riled me too. I don't give a stuff about Coleen and her announcement, but Fearne and that Imogen "Tilted Uterus" Thomas get right on my wick

oh no Buggerlugs poor you, I hate it when that happens. I sometimes think that I'm like a child again, I get so excited from the expectation of a good night that I wear myself out and have to leave in a walk of shame

Afternoon hags!

Good work on the hangover, bugs. I was saved from that by the very considerate neighbour initiating a party at 1:30. At 3am SB had enough and went round (twice) to get them to turn it down, met the police the second time as the other side had rang and complained too (and as it is a known issue, the police actually come out!) So we didn't sleep, but lovely SB brought me water to avoid hangover from hell, plus post-MC period from hell, plus Granny-birthday with SIL from hell. Yay, only 2 out fo 3 straight from hell. It is cd1, I feel like shit, physically, but as I am convinced I still had some stuff to clear, I am actually okay with it. My interaction with SIL went as far as "hi", and then hiding in the opposite side of the room with a very dull but friendly uncle and his lovely grandchildren 1 and 3. I overheard SILFH (she's got a new acronym!) complaining about the night feeds (he's four months for fucksake) and I quote "I know there is light at the end of the tunnel, I just don't know when". I did not go over and say, "what you've got is the light at the end of our tunnel, but we don't know whether we'll ever get there, but as you are the most unsatisfied bitch I know, I am actually not jealous of you in the slightest, I would not change places with you, ever. And I don't want your baby, I want ours". So I am quite proud of myself. The rest of SB's family is nice, even my BIL who made a point of coming to me to chat. So it was okay all in all.

I am liking the water and capsizing chat on here, I had a go a wave surfing a few years ago and that seemed to involve mostly falling off and being hit by the board...

Sorry for the scare faify. Hope all is well, but it sounds okay-ish. Stupid UTI are after you. Keeping stuff crossed for Wed or before!

Celebs announcements have seized to bother me (although I am worried about Middy, as it will be impossible to ignore). I am impressed at the not vomming, not hitting, not crying response sinky (if it was you, posting from memory). Phases of letting it go and just surviving are part of the deal. I depend very much on the person it is wrt RL diffs.

Did you try the dodgy knee today, euro? Hope it is okay.

That was quite a rant, it bothered me, didn't it?

We went for a brief walk and a cup of tea after the family thing and now I am cooking MEAT :) for dinner later.

Hello

Fearne Cotton RILES me beyond the telling of it.

driz you did very very well. It was the spoilt, ungratefulness of the babay shower of shite people that made me stabbiest of all. How can they not grasp how lucky they are?!

I have mainly had a nice day, cleaning and help a newly engaged friend plan her wedding. Am bridesmaid, she is being kindly and saying she knows I might be diffed-fat and won't be a problem but (a) am fat now (b) am highly unlikely to be diffed if HUSBAND WON'T DO SECHS so doesn't look like there will be an issue.

bugs sympathy. Hangovers - not fun. What was your costume? Am crap at costumes.

I feckin hate Fearne Cotton with a vengeance. "Oh I want a baby now - therefore I shall have one."

Sorry about the hangover Bugs. I had a little one today, but yours sounds of epic proportions.

Bugs just think you missed the really boring bits at the end of the night. Nice work!

faith it sounds like you have had a trying day or two. But it's great that your scan is only a few days off!

Drizz I am mightily impressed by your restraint.

FSR good luck with the drug mixing potion making!

I've had quite a pleasant weekend. We had lunch at a trip to the London Aquarium with some frends and their little boy today. She is heavily preggo but it was a hard won win, so I can't begrudge her diffage. It was a lovely crisp autumn day to be out and about. After we left them, I went for a quick look around the shops. I came back with a sweater dress, a jumper, a gorgeous snuggly poncho thing, a lacy t-shirt and an electric blue skirt for work! And I have just bought some boots online that I saw when I was out because they didn't have my size when I was at the shops. In my defence, with all the work and biz travel over the summer, I haven't bought anything in AGES, so I was making up for lost time.

Celeb announcements usually don't bother me. RL ones occasionally do. But mostly I think I'm dead inside. Maybe that's the problem?

Ooh I like the London Aquarium!

I am weird with diffage announcements. Mostly I'm on a fairly even keel but when SIL made hers the other week, I lost the plot completely. Completely and utterly.

I am sick of diffage announcements, I am sick of my Facebook being full of people's happy smiley baby photos, I am sick of my husband refusing to have sex with me, I am sick of feeling like an utter failure. I am in a very bad mood.

oh no Winkly, how come he is holding out on you? MATV has done that a few times in the past and it gets really stressful. He came round in the end, think he just needed a bit of a breather from feeling like he was being used as a sperm donor. I suppose I forget all this shizzle gets to him to sometimes :/

I didn't know you were having sechs fail trouble, winkle? That is hard to deal with.

I have had, on the face of it, a lovely day. Breakfast out. Crisp, sunny walk through fields admiring autumn trees. Roast beef for supper. But I am going back to London tomorrow, so am horribly tense about next blood test result and also what to say in follow up GP appointment about mentalness. And also about leaving AMNH. Though he is working so hard he is not actually all that much use.

Oh Winkly. We all know that utter failure failing. You Are Not One. I have said this elsewhere today but it's worth repeating; TTC is enough to push any couple apart. It is hard, confusing, exhausting.

We just have to take it a day at a time.

Rie if my sister announced she was diffed I wouldn't be able to handle it.

Euro your retail therapy sounds fab. Where were the boots from? I'm on a mission for some boots.

How long are you in the Big Smoke for norf ?

Not sure, winkster. Hospital tomorrow, GP on Tuesday, then supposedly back to work on Thursday (ie back in London indefinitely), but that depends on GP's assessment of me. I am sort of fine, I suppose. Massive self-indulgent sigh etc.

Do you know what's caused the sex thing?

The boots of lovliness

Sold out at the two shops I tried! They are like golddust. I stupidly tried them on a couple of weeks ago and ummed and ahhed and then they became impossible to find. But they should be delivered to my office on Tuesday, all being well!

Dune actually have a really good boot selection this year.

winkly it's so frustrating when they won't do the necessary. It's very frustrating. We do all the hormones, the supplements, the dildo cams and everything else, and it is all for naught if they won't put the swimmers in the right place at the right time! Grrrr.

Norfy that sounds like a lovely day, but I understand your anxiety.

Wrinkly what an utter bag of shite :(.

Have some BESHlove. Men are very complicated and mysterious creatures. And wankers. If we are having troubling conceiving then nothing is more guaranteed to make us feel even more shit about yourselves.

Winkly not bloody Wrinkly. Sorry.

Ourselves not yourselves.

gives up in despair

I didn't mean that bold either.

Sigh.

Sechs fail became a huge ishoo in our house. In fact it was still an ishoo when we had the counselling. Massage helped us - we'd agree to give each other massages - without the expectation of the sechs - the skin to skin contact helped us connect and both relax, it often, but not always lead to sechs. Just don't get any massage oil up your fanjo - it burns!

I have some boots quite like those, euro! From duo, a few years ago. Their time has obviously come again :)

We struggled with Sechs Fail too. It was horrid.

Oh FFS I'm watching Downton, the posh Doctor has just said 'anxiety is an enemy of pregnancy'. 1920's relax & it will happen....

That's the magik cure jeffers, I thought you knew thag by now. I realised watching that last week that in that era we'd never have had baybees. Our treatment simply wasn't around.

Hope it all goes ok norf. You know where I am if you want me.

euro those boots are lush! :)