Mid Thirties First time TCC

[donttrythisathome]

Anyone feel like joining this bus??

I'm 36, TCC 1, never wanted children and now have done a complete u-turn!

TCC 1, Cycle 2, UCL 28-33ish, CD12

Sarah my DP is organising the jiggy like a fecking miltary operation, now that he has come around to the idea we are really TTC.

I'm marched straight up the stairs as soon as we get home from work to "get that done".

No wonder the egg is running scared!

To tell the truth though we had left the ole sex life slip, which bothered me a lot, so it is a fab way to get it kickstarted.

FF really makes you wonder about some people's sanity - and what the atmos in some households must be like after a few months of this malarky. I mean, it's one thing noting down when you get cramps, or nausea, but some of those charts are mad! They note everything! 'Gassy' on days 2, 3, 5 and 8, but then 'increased sex drive' on days 2, 3 (nice), and 'irritability', 'high stress', 'fatigue', 'bloated', 'constipation', 'injury' (?!) - plus the exact position of their cervix, consistency of intimate discharges, time of intercourse (but not rated out of ten; missing a trick there, I think). I have enough trouble just doing my temperatures and remembering to have sex.

In the real world, you'd have a similar chart but you'd mark in 'OH pissed off with work and refusing to perform', 'doubt-inducing encounter with screeching infant', 'mortgage freak-out'. And so on.

VAM you have put the moonpig jingle in my head now, you witch! That is my least favourite advert in the world, right up there with Myleene Klass showing off her swingy hair and her piano, and the Confused.com jingle between Judge Judys.

Moonpig!

We watch a lot of Five & Five US and I'm seriously fed up with the ads - always the same few, with that changing-shape-car one all through CSI last night (Sigh, Gil is just wonderful). Then confused.com, gocompare.com, directline, that Pantene one, something about eyelashes, and occasionally, if I'm lucky, Compare the Meercat makes up for the rest. Simples.....

Note to self: resume nagging for SkyPlus to avoid ads.

Note to self: perhaps watch less TV.

Anyone for a drink? I've opened up the booze cupboard, it's looking a bit bare but I reckon there's a lot to be said for spanish brandy and ice.

I'd like to thank wildfig for making me feel just a mite more normal, you are not at all biddyish, merely the sane voice of reason, must try harder . I am resolved to banish symptom spotting to very dark/bored moments and to treat every twinge as a sign I should be having more sex. That should shut me up.

Having said that, I should probably confess at this point... I'm afraid that our sex life got a bit sad and boring looking last year so my new year's resolution was to have a lot more sex, and this time with feeling. We are now one of those frankly smug and annoying couples who have promised to shag like rabbits every day of the year, no excuses. Phew, there, it's out (but only you lot know). That's how we got started on this whole TTC thing, some by-product! And I should add, we are definitely having better sex - and I was the one who was dragging my heels after 9 years of blissful () togetherness so I reserve the right to scepticalness [confessional, fist-punching emoticon].

Any other confessions? Bottoms up!

Oh, and Wildfig? I don't envy you the puppy rearing, I'm still recovering. Thought I had the stomach of a concrete elephant until I came home to puppy poo all over puppy and smeared all over his training crate. Johnson's baby wipes will never be used in this household again. Cute though

Just polishing off the dregs of some wine waiting for Spring Watch to come on.

Rock and fooking Roll pop pickers

go on then i'll have one of those

had our first meeting with the IVF people today. just an intro to tell us what our options are. looks like we will have to go the ICSI route which i'm not best pleased about. can't be a great start in life for little'n to have a big needle inserted into it's brain.

anyhow more importantly i asked him if we should make any "lifestyle" changes in preparation for the process. (basically is it ok for us to have booze ) he said no problem, and you shouldn't change anything too drastic, just carry on as normal.

now of course mr ivf doesn't realise that when we drink it's until our eyes bleed, so i'll take his "normal" with a pinch of salt.

with that in mind and the fact that i'm PNP (probably not pregnant) perfect excuse to come home with a bottle of wine.

cheers girls

Cheers cheggers

Now then, DP as wine because he has made his last. I have none because I'm a greedy old lush. He wants to watch the new Knight Rider whereas I want to watch Spring Watch. Do you think a deal can be struck somewhere here?

good god no!

you should go'n watch the portable in the spare room and leave proper programs for the main tele

not condusive to lurrve though - although i spose you're not back on booty duty (© skater) for a while yet?

ALWAYS on booty duty, ALWAYS. If my DP has a shave then we are well on for tonight, yes sireebob.

I found more wine. Brucey Bonus!! Off to topiary my bits

Blimey I missed one hellova party last night Wine flowing freely, sex talk and confessionals - looks like fun.

Nocoffee I salute your year-of-sex pledge! We've detinitely upped our game this year and it's been very nice, though still nowhere near every night. DH feels more pressured now that I mentioned to one new RL friend about us TTC....but that's the way I like him, all charged up and ready to go. Unless CSI is on.

God, you go on a nice bike ride with your mate and her dog, and then you find you've missed the big party Should we all be speaking very quietly this morning for the sake of your delicate heads???

nocoffee I'm in serious awe of your commitment to the cause! I think that should be classed as the A* game ala these newfangled grade thingys they didn't have when I were a lass.

I woke this morning with my head over the bath, my party hat on swew wiff and covered in bacardi breezer and blue bols. Three other people were asleep in the bathroom with me (did you get home alright cheggers?) and the kitchen floor was covered in flattened cocktail sausages and bits of pizza.

You didn't miss much girls

Do I need to hold anyone's hair back?

Sounds like I missed a corker! I'll happily join in the hangover munchies this morning though

nocoffee mightily impressed at your commitment. Sadly DP & I need a kick up the a&se when it comes to booty duty.

Have now used my 7 ovulation sticks - last 2 didn't work, don't really know why. Surely I'm not so cr*p that I can't even pee on a stick correctly? Off to chemist lunchtime to purchase jumbo pack of the buggars.

No need to hold my hair back cosmo, I'd never waste alcohol!

Crying laughing....

cheggers sounds promising. Very good success rate. Don't think the little 'un has a brain at that point, or if male, at any point.

Only joking...not a bitter manhater I swear...only when topgear is on.

laurielou I also screwed up the pee sticks. Either missed, drowned or pulled the end off. There are many things I'm capable of, peeing on a sodding stick appears to be out of my league though.

I went in to a total meltdown about finances last night - just wondering how the hell we're going to pay for everything and am considering selling my precious horse. I find it hard to find the time for everything right now anyway and when "julian" is with us it'll be even worse. sigh

Finances schminances.

I've had to sell my v fast motorbike, am about to sell my beloved Cooper S, have started saving money from my wages instead of diverting it straight to Next and Krispy Kreme Inc., and it is still not going to be enough to pay for Stamp Duty on our new big-enough-for-purpose house. Not that we have found one we want to buy yet, I just know it will be very expensive.

Keep your horse ski, by the time the baby comes I might want to borrow it for transport

Keep the horse, ski! Just teach Julian to ride it behind you. It can't be more dangerous than all the insane smuggies who pedal round Balham with a teeny tot on the back of their bikes ("copilot" - I don't think so. Does it have a nav map? And a crash helmet? And a rollcage? No? Right.) I refuse to get rid of my MX5. Bertold will just have to work out how to cling on. My sister kept her Mini Cooper until she found out she was expecting Baby #2 (but then her surname is Cooper, and I think the whole Mini Cooper gag was just too hilarious to jettison. Now she has a BMW 3 series, 2 kids under 4, and only cracks a smile on bank holidays).

I am sooo admiring of you Every Night's Your Lucky Night girls. Hats, and everything else, off to you. Am pretty sure now I've had another Babyfail, despite getting three - three! - dots on the FF intercourse timer, so am resigning myself to booking in for blood tests and a lecture about what goes where and how often. I had the lovely internal exam a few weeks ago which found nothing ("apart from a 3cm intramural fibroid... but that's fine...") so am running out of things to blame.

PS I was at the party last night too, but was hiding in the kitchen, muttering in maudlin fashion about my tragic barren womb. Went out for a celebratory glass of champagne that turned into half a bottle of red wine and a steak, came home, wrote some garbled nonsense and forgot to click on post. Thank GOD.

laurie I can't pee on sticks either. (See above ramblings about not wanting to get too good at bodily function investigations.) Get a clean glass straight out of the dishwasher, wee into it, dip stick for 10 seconds, wash glass/leave lying around depending on how vengeful you're feeling. No fancy pee control needed.

Maybe try for twins, as then you can sell one of them to keep the horse/Cooper?

I was also thinking of me and baggy fango taking "to the mean streets maaaan" for some extra "coin".

Seriously though keep the horse - I think it would be seriously cool to have a mother with a horse (or a motorbike for that matter).

Other people manage on thin air it seems.

Well seeing as I can't manage to pee on a stick (thanks for joining me in those stakes ski) I've bought a fertility monitor & book instead. I like to feel I'm in control of something.

Plank that I am didn't really stop to think that I can't start using that until period arrives. Damn, I should've bought a more expensive one, just to waste some more cash.

Also, why do I sneak around Boots lurking at the pregnancy & fertility aisle as if I'm doing something kinky / illegal? And why did I see at least 4 people I knew in the shop when it is usually empty?

wildfig good for you for going to GP. I'm still in the try everything else first stage - rapidly running out though.

Don't sell your horse, ski, and trigger NEVER give up on the krispy creme. I have to travel miles and miles to my nearest one...........

wildfig the streets of Brighton are infested with those smuggie homicidycles.

Also little carriages with Cath Kidston "I'm so ironic yet adorable with my chintz" flags attached to the back of bikes.

Careering down the main road with the lorries and buses.

Whatdafuck??! And where can I get them I wanna be adored too.

me too, laurie like an escaped con in Boots.

Try accessdiagnostics.com for the peesticks etc - the furtive plain brown envelope in the post is way preferable to cornered animal twitches in a fluroescent lit aisle.

Well... I'm not that good. I've had two letters from my health authority reminding me that, following my referral from Wandsworth's first teenage GP, I still haven't made the appointment at the Infertility Unit in Epsom. My excuse is that I've been working away a lot, but to be honest, DH and I are both in two minds about whether we want to go down the IVF road, should there be a Problem. I don't think I could cope with ramping up the already painful monthly expectation/disappointment cycle, plus jabs and hormones and all that stuff. Not even sure how I'm going to cope with persuading DH to do the whole spunk in a pot job, and discovering which one of us is causing the babyFAIL. He's a very sensitive soul, as well as a bloke.

Donttry Balham is a weird place to be childless. On the one hand the herds of cute babies in Cath Kidston pinnies play havoc with your brood gland, and yet just as you're weeping internally at your own lack of fecundity, at least one of them will vomit/throw a tantrum/demand harp lessons, and your legs cross of their own accord. I only come back a couple of times a month. Stupidly, it always seems to be when my hormones are at their most raging. (Love 'homicydles'. Am going to trot that out next time I see one.)