First of all, can I just say hurrah for Kim! A collective 'phew' all round. Did the EPU explain what the prune juice was, or is it just 'one of those things? Whatever, it's good news. Now we can continue to persuade you to go for Pixies/Breeders-esque baybee names (how's about Rosa - after Surfer Rosa?).
Welcome Carrots! I am not a mental, please ignore their bad manners. You, I, wha...? No, I always dress like Elizabeth I, what of it? I am the resident teetotaller and neurotic fretter, hence my dubious title There is no truth to the rumour that I start off every 2WOOFL ('2 weeks of obsessive fucking lunacy' - ie the fortnight or so after ovulation) by saying I'm going to be chilled about it all and then by DPO3 I'm writing 87 posts about could my mild headache be a sign of pg, etc., etc.
My DP is known as TYF - The Young Fella - because me and Ski favour barely-legal boy toys.
PIGSY! So you return! I'm glad you got over your madness (chinny reck-on) but you must never leave again. Never. NEVER.
I always wanted to be a ginner. My Gran's a ginger ninja and at 90, her hair is now a soft apricot shade. I used to spend hours brushing it in awe despite her protestations as a child.
One of my great-great Granddads was black (or mixed-race) if that helps with the effnic ting. Ahem. Keep teasing TYF that a genetic throwback will give us a black child with ginger hair (and my sticky-out ears; had them pinned back at 15). There's lovely.