Dear BESH
I would like to submit my BESHtionnaire, as follows:
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Do you like gin? (This is compulsory, you must say 'Yes')
Obviously. It's in the name.
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Men - are you a gold digger or a cradle snatching cougar?
Technically both – the Boy Wonder is both four years younger than me and in possession of a lot more money.
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Baybee-making - to put a baybee in your tumtum, which hole do you use:
a) weewee
b) poopoo
c) foofoo
d) none, you just pray to the baby Jebus.
I've evidently been getting this one wrong. Any suggestions?
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Testing - when someone wonders if they should test for updiff (pg), do you:
a) bellow 'POAS!' at them non-stop and punch them repeatedly in the kidneys till they wet themselves anyway.
b) Sprinkle them with babydust and send them hugs and kisses on lickle baby angel wings.
a), and kick 'em in the shins while I'm there
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Is R2D2:
a) an adorable robot from Star Wars.
b) the source of all evil.
b). I am a dutiful lurker and know this one.
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Number of pets?
One (evil, misandrist) cat
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Inappropriate (read: weird) crush of shame?
Paul Hollywood YES I KNOW he's a terrible human being.
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Lesbian crush?
Dunno. Mila Kunis?
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How much money have you spent on sticks you then urinate on?
a) Oh nothing, I'll probably catch first time and then get the doctor to confirm it.
b) Over 100 quid
c) I opened an account on ebay solely for the purpose of purchasing sticks
Erm. What, this week?
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Which of these sentences is appalling:
a) Off to see the consultant today!!! So excited!!!!!
b) Gud luck hun sprinkling babydust for ya lol xxx
c) both of the above
Both. Everything. Hate.
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How barren are you?
a) childless and TTC for at least one year
b) one child and TTC #2 for at least two years
c) I've been trying for 2 cycles and the wait is driving me mad!
a). I've definitely been trying for a lot more than one year.
Me, briefly: 34, married to BW (Boy Wonder – 30) for seven years. Came off Cerazette in November 2011: two miscarriages since then (one mmc in September 2012 at 13 weeks, one at 8 weeks confirmed last week) Currently regrouping for a couple of months of no-intervention sex and if nothing by Christmas, time for medical intervention. I am dealing with my problems with black humour, swearing and alcohol.
I am currently sat on the sofa "working from home"/recovering from Failed Pregnancy 2's final scan yesterday. Subjected to low level incompetency – somehow the scan technician, who showed me a successfully cleared ("it looks LOVELY!") uterus and confirmed that I was DEFINITELY NOT going to need another bloody (ha) ERPC, managed to write "missed miscarriage" on her reports. This resulted in me being profoundly patronised by the nurse I saw afterwards who KEPT trying to explain that "my body hadn't understood what was happening yet" in the face of me explaining that something must have been miscommunicated. Seriously, everybody involved is fully aware of this miscarriage. What with the bleeding and so forth.
Then she left me alone in an exam room to go and talk to the doctor, and another nurse wandered in and discovered that there was no record of my presence on the computer, no paperwork/notes to be seen, nobody else appeared to know who I was or why I was there, and obviously I had not registered the first nurse's name in the slightest so had nobody to refer her to. Fortunately first nurse returned before Nurse 2 came to the conclusion that I was clearly a lunatic who had wandered in off the street, so I was not removed from the premises by security (not that I was threatened with it, but I was beginning to worry that it was going to move in that direction...)
Anyway, I successfully managed to communicate NO ERPC REQUIRED THANK YOU, the bleeding has stopped, and I had a nice glass of wine and some pate for dinner yesterday. Hooray! On we go again. I am currently repeating to myself how you are much more fertile after a miscarriage, you know, so obviously I will be pregnant again in five minutes. Obviously.