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

[sinkyroselee]

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)

FaceBook is a work of evil. I have to hide people once the inevitable announcements show up. I was trying to be brave and keep one girl on there but every status since the 'we're expecting' one has been about feeling sick/tired/asking about hippobirthing etc. stupid stupid stupid. But ariel you really ought to slap SIL with a kipper, or maybe even something even more likely to sting.

I've now showered so will hopefully be heading to the shagzone shortly :) he's kinda rooted to watching South Park just at this second.

Wow, just saw what BESH stands for - I really am a BESH :/

I thought "barren evil selfish hags" was a quote from a Daily Mail article a few years ago. About wimminz on their 30s who deliberately avoided their natural destiny as mothers and had careers and cocktails and stuff instead. And who therefore deserve it when they can't have a baybee later.

Daily Mail is always right about everything. According to MIL.

Yes norf that's where it comes from. Is it not Bitter though?!

We tried to make our diffed statement sensitive - explaining it was a hard fought win and that we know baby of our friends have had losses and hardships. I iz hoping it came across ok - my friend who was expecting twins has lost both babies now :( I Pm'd her before I did my announcement.

Aw faith, as pint-of-bitter though I am, I don't actually think people should feel apologetic about their diffness - in my more reasonable days I am well aware that its not like they're plucking baybees out of my uterus.

I know you did, faify, and I liked that you wrote it. I did still cry though. Probably as much for the words as the picture.

FSR I went to Venice in August. It wasn't whiffy. But I did see a turd floating down the grand canal when I was on a gondola. That put paid to any romantic ideas of romantically trailing my hand in the water, let me tell you!

Draf I've heard the BESH thing was prompted by a rash of Daily Hate articles about how selfish career women were leaving it too late. Yes, it has nothing to do with finding the right man, waiting for said man to mtf up enough to agree to breed, wanting to be financially stable, trying unsuccessfully from a young age and all the other things that lead to us aged 30 somethings not having a gaggle of sprogs following us around. (Or wot norfy sed. I've just moved on to the last page after typing this.)

Faif how exciting. :)

I think I might be coming down with some form of lurgy. Eugh. Still, better now than when I am on hollibobs.

Wow, another reason to despise the Fail with everything I have. How DARE they?!

euro's Venice turd is less vomit-inducing than most of the turd in the Fail (but still pretty bad)

A pox on the Daily Fail, and all who sail in her!

Faith you witnit! Real BESH babies are always A Happy Thing.

I thought your diffed statement was nicely done. I tried to do the same thing when we announced ours.

I was inspired by yours dor. I'd never actually thought to admit to fertility ishoos til you did yours.

I don't want to get out of bed! :(

Are you up yet Faith?!

I'm knackered, like really knackered! These drugs are wiping me out. I'm going to have to go to bed stupid early tonight as I've got to get up for an early meeting tomorrow.

And yes, BESH babies never make me feel jealous . We all know how hard we have to fight for our wins. It's the smug differs that are the problem.

Morning hags!

I mostly hate fb, but since I hid all my friends when first diffedness arrived, I am generally in the dark about the second baybees (but then they call you, which in some ways is worse ). But on other days I enjoy fb, because I am a long way from many uni-friends and I enjoy their updates (especially about cocktails and careers, to stay on feme). So I have not left, but i limit it.

Love the pox to the fail draff! They are evil (and anxiety inducing when they keep on showing pics of undiffed but should be soon Middy). Which reminds me, I was brave and looked at the photos of me diffed (it was our anniversary weekend so many were taken) and I looked so happy, but also quite fat, I guess it was the gas. But I am proud of myself, as it is part of facing up to what happend. Which reminds me, norf did you opt for counselling? (I'll read back in a minute, so might find out). I did see I can cheer for your doc for signing you off for a bit longer. Enjoy the time in Wales!!

Frank I am happy to admit that I am jealous of besh-baybees, but at the same time genuinely pleased for the diffed ones. In RL the latter is sometimes difficult to achieve. (And faif still happy for you). Btw *dot shouldn't you be laying that baybee of yours very soon? I'd love a live birthing sesh on the fred :)

Oh and keep your kittens (that sounds rude to my dirty mind!) because SB will actually leave me, if I bring them home. And I am allergic, so I'd need him to do a bit of the looking after. Let's just make a baybee to wear him down.

Thanks for the floating turd, euro. You lot do know how to put me off breakfast . We went to Venice during our honeymoon (Sept) and it was luffly. Wondering along canals, art, snogging, good food, shagging (eventually, of course the droid arrived the day we did in Venice), laughter, amazing pics with evening light and the water, etc. Whose going?

I haven't read back more than this page, so any insensitive missing of stuff comes with apologies, but I need to get out to the clinic to get one more check up that the womble spring clean is complete and we can start TTC again. Joy... as I have some time, I will actually attempt to read back, but it is loads

Just reading back:

Huge well done on emailing norf (and while these things are so difficult, I fink being off is more than okay).

Haddocks to buggy hubby (forgot his name temporarily), he needs to learn to talk. Sorry time is not there for the pair of you, it all sounds shitty. But massive sharks to mrRie for not telling people. Stern look to him, it is much easier if people close do know although SB still hasn't told his parents about the MC and I am worried about comments when they come for dinner next, but hey, if they do comment, we'll tell them, or actually I'll wail and that will be clear enough

And winter hollibobs. In avoidance of SILFH we're looking too, varying wildly from Peaks, to Lakes, to Cornwall. But I'll add Norfolk to the list, so we can all crash at Frank's for drinks. Not at all of euro...

at tunon. I need nice soft surface and dry but not hot weather to tunon as well. Just like morpheus - if he does well in later races, will you change your name again, frank?

Oh and MASSIVE congrats to faif. Finally read the news.

And at the thought of ice cubes being involved in self-stabbing. That is something I won't do (stubborn face) and agree with euro that a drop of blood now and again is normal.

On TMI, my body has realised we're going to the clinic again and in stressy anticipation decided to empty out the bowels. Well fanks.

Good luck for clinic and confirmation of a nice clean womble, lemon. And for a rapid end to the psychological bumsplosions.

And well done on looking at the photos. There are some of me and AMNH from a weekend away a few days before the fateful scan. I know what you mean about the "looking so happy" thing :(

We didn't discuss counselling this time, but she wants me to come back in a fortnight, so I will ask about it then.

Am really hating all thought of Christmas this year.

Back with an approved womble of wonderful cleanliness. And I shocked the doc with the rate of cycle return. He could not believe it was only a month since actual MC and he couldn't have known because the stupid bints didn't put in my notes that I did have a SPONTANEOUS mc despite me ringing them and telling a nurse and a different doc during the "has the embryo left the building scan" a few weeks ago. GRRR I hate having to tell over and over again that yes, I did pass the thing all by myself.

But I bought myself a pain au raisin on the way home and I should probably do some work now (at least check work email ).

I have to admit norf, I don't mind talking to the counsellor about what happened less than I would talking to my GP, but then he was the one that suggested getting diffed might help against the infertility angst. Well fanks. You're so helpful.

So, I have come back all ranty. It is okay. I have a purrfect womble. My next cycle will fall during out hollibobs, but I should be able to squeeze one in afterwards and before Christmas.

Also, I realised why I am so ranty, darling doc said: "so we've solved That Problem again", referring to my first ever pregnancy. That didn't go down well. Combined with the lack of note taking.

To be fair all the other (mostly female) docs and nurses I've seen through this MC have been wonderful, and supportive and stuff. So I'll just continue dreading having this one do scans and say stupid things.

That Problem? What did he mean? Did he mean the problem of having a dead baybee in you? What a twat!

Okay, it is official, my new lesbian crush is norf. Maybe you can come with me and shout TWAT in his face next time. This is the head of our clinic who has a bit of a god complex and I have real issues with him, already before this particular consultation.

I am really angry with him for you, lemon. Why are they sometimes like this?

Mine, when I saw her last time, was all chirpy that she had made me ovulate and seemed to consider this a success story. I was walking out the door when she flung out casually "Sorry it was ectopic!"

lemons - not due for another 8 weeks. I feel like a huge fucking dairy cow at the moment.