Am back. If was pg before, am not now, after 3+hours of MIL's absolutely mental boy-racer-on-crystal-meth-style driving through the bumpiest fackin' country roads e-vah, here in Devon If abortion was ever made illegal, she'd make a roaring trade; 30 mins in the car with her and everything would soon be over. And the hygiene-skankiness continues. Have been in tears at how vile everything is and have told TYF am not coming again (have actually gone without food tonight by lying and saying I'm not hungry, as she has cooked a roast chicken that had gone THREE days out of date in the fridge. I also saw her handling it then touching loads of stuff, inc. things I had as snacks, in the fridge - aaarrrgh!). Esp. not coming when pregnant - I ain't getting listeria or whatever and mangling/losing a child because a grown adult doesn't know when they're supposed to wash their hands. Sorry for ranting - I think being that skanky is actually a bit abnormal. I don't use anti-bacterial spray nor nuffink, so am hardly obsessed; am, yes, allergic to chemical crap too, but am v clean using eco stuff. But will make exception for Skater's antibacterial gel to bathe in - cheap skank MIL only has rancid, dried-up, cracked Tesco value super-chav-cheapy soap to use (and we're nowhere near any shops), so have only been able to wash fanjo with water I figure it's better than giving myself god knows what with Wurzel Gummidge's own soap range...
extreme I got my Dad that potty, fartwell and knob book. Seems like 'Cunty' was a popular name back in the day - will the fashion for olde-tyme names extend to that?
Grrrr. So fed up today. Possibly PMT. I too have now given up hope of BFP this month
Someone punch me, cos I'm boring myself with my MIL-skankiness rants, etc.