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Ah fuck off then cock

Oh! Oh! don'ttry we haven't met yet but your little Amaryllis is a sweetheart.

Dead arms and black eyes to you Cockermouth (ummm, not sure about that one!) You enjoy your time by the pool and examine your ankles at your leisure

Occy I often used to cry at work. Often. Tis nothing at all to be ashamed of. When it happened in front of 34 jeering 11 year old I had to provide a suitable reason such as "My kitten is poorly" and that usually stopped them, with the girls at least. In fact they often used to well up in sympathy.

well i'll go n bundle extreme then [huff]

BUUUUNNNNNDDLLLE!

Though not sure you deserve it for going off to meet other BESHes behind our backs...harrumph!

My HCG levels are 11!!

BUNDLE!!!!!

BUNDLE!!!!!

And hooray Muser (I think - that sounds like a good low number to me, hope I'm right)

It is a good low number. Treatment is officially successful. No more hospital visits for me! If there's any luck in this world I'll never walk into St Thomas's fucking hospital every again.

I have to POAS next week to ensure a negatory test. And that's it. Back on the folic acid and waiting for June and shagging.

MUSER BUUUUNNNNDDDLLLLE! It's been a day for good news

Gin I missed the offer of a BUNDLE cos I'm technologically challenged. Thought it was just a hug you were offering, so you can come out of your huff now and.......

BUUUUUUNNNNNDDDDDLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEE!!!!

Congrats Muser. Does that mean you're back on the gin now?

Mooooooooosical that's fabblious news. High fecking time this fred had summat good happen, and you're the summat good. Here's to June's shagfest. Best stock up on that cranberry juice

BUNDLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Well done muse glad you restored to health.

good news, Muse, June will be here before you know it!

Can anyone give me any reassuring words? Caution, self indulgence coming up:
I'm having an enormous crisis of confidence. I don't think I can do this - I'm not patient enough, mumsy enough, rich enough, nice enough even. We run our own business after giving up secure careers five years ago and it's been a massive struggle and we're living on a shoestring even now. We've been talking the future of this over this evening and we've come to the conclusion that all small businesses come to after a while, that if we're to survive, we need to grow and to grow we need finance, which means a business loan on top of everything we've got going out now. And if they don't give us one, which they probably won't, then the business will come to an end and we'll be left with nothing but I can't bear the thought of going back to teaching and don't think I'd be any good at it any more anyway. It might sound mental trying to have a baybee now, but I'm also scared of my advancing years, but part of me is thinking that I only want one because my sister's having one and I want my parents to be as proud of me as they are of her, but we don't even have our own house. We're still renting in out mid thirties, yet houses round here cost a fortune because of second homes. I could go on, and on. And on. I do want one now I know I do, but I'm just so scared of everything to do with it. I know people on here have had massive problems and I don't think I'd ever be that determined or brave and would give up on the whole thing, but that would be rubbish of me.

God, sorry. I've got fat tears dripping off my snotty nose. Not a good look.

Oh Aries you poor bugger. Sorry I didn't see this last night.

I don't know if it helps but if you look back thru past threads you'll see you're not the first to have a crisis of confidence,I would say it's fairly normal...doesn't make it a nice way to be feeling though.

None of us can tell you if it's the right thing or the right time for you,and there are definitely always reasons why any given time may not be 'right'.

As far as worrying about your own abilities goes...I don't think that you have to be 'mumsy' to have a kid (fucking hope not anyway or I'll have to give mine back ) and virtually no one actually has the levels of patience that we all think a parent needs. And a newborn baby is,in my opinion,a fairly terrifying creature and really will turn your world upside down.

But all I can say is that if you want to do it,you will make it work. You may (like me) have lousy days where you feel shit at the whole thing and so tired you just want to cry,but in the end the small person that you make,and love,and find endless hilarity in,is worth all that shit.

Even in my darkest moments (and you all know I have them) I would never never change my decision. Because then I wouldn't have mani and he is just the most ace and amazing little person.

I have no idea if this helps AT ALL. But I really do feel for you. Now,join the bundle.

PrincessAriel (I thought you need a nice name today.) Two pence from a newbie (sticking my huge freckly nuzzle where it does not belong): Once I did mini social research in my head: are my priviledged friends who had stay at home yummy mummys any more sane / happy than my underpriviledged / grew up in a commune / mother had 5 childeren had to buy own knickers from the age of 5 friends. And guess what, they are not. At all. Insanity seems pretty equal. We are all screwed up in our own ways, and if anything I would say that comfortable children are more screwed up (amongs my friends at least). Try doing the same experiment in your head with your friends and you'll see what I mean. I am not implying your child won't be priviledged or anything, I was just thinking about myself and how much of a failure I will be if I go back to work / living in inner city, blah, blah. At the end of the day (watch out for the fortune cookie slice of wisdom here) children only care about love and possibly time you spend with them. That's it. Well, and possibly your sanity [thinks back to her own insane parents...]. Newbie will now butt out.

Sorry noone saw this post last night .

Oh Aries. You poor cow, up at midnight worrying. ginny & Mountebank have plainly eaten their wisdom vitamins this morning so I shan't say anything other than 'hear hear' and 'come here for a fishslap', etc.

I got annuver BFN this morning and 'snot too early (due Sat, and this was early morning wee, and FR is 99% accurate within 3 days or summat). So pliz not to say, 'it ain't over', cos it sort of is, and I'm sort of OK with that (in a teary, snotting on own clothes sort of way). My only worry is that scheduling SWI is really difficult for reasons both practical and emotional (full story available upon application). But heigh-ho. As a pal just pointed out, springtime is a-coming and that's a much sexier and more fecund time of year than winter.

And hey, there's a good chance you'd get through the whole parenting saga without,say,just for example... ever throwing a nappy at your child's head!

(course I don't actually know anyone who has ever done that. Particularly not anyone called gin...)

Was it a full nappy?

Thanks for your kind words BESHes. Still skint this morning and likely to be either barren or a rubbish mum, but feeling a little better. I would like to join the buuuuuunnnnddlllle though.

It was very slightly damp. And it wasn't entirely supposed to hit him on the head. And there were,erm,extenuating circumstances...

See,when you find yourself feeling like a proper rubbish mum in the future,just seek out the ginster and I will make you feel infinitely superior much better about yourself

glad you're feeling a bit better this morning. A good bundle always helps I find.

Oh Aries You're in good company here; I don't think there's one of us who hasn't broken down and had a proper menkul at one time or another. Hell, I spend the first 2 days of my droid (at least!) crying hysterically and telling poor TYF my plans for suicide if I can't ever have children (I mean it, but it's ridiculous and unfair to bang on about it). And despite clearly being an unstable baby-crazed harpy, and always saying how the only thing I've wanted is to be a Mum, I'm certainly not mumsy - I'm scruffy, lazy, untidy, impatient, bad-tempered, swear like a trouper, am anarchic and awkward, etc., etc. You'll get there, I'll get there, we'll all get there and we'll all be the best mums we can be - which is all anyone can ask for

And HeadBag, it's STILL too early to POAS! Wait until it's actually late and stop driving yourself mad!

Roundhouse kicks for all... HIYAAAAAAAAAAAA!

PS Gin, I like your style!

Sorry, scorps, did you just ACTUALLY tell header to 'stop driving yourself mad'??

Scorps, you are as wise as you are pretty. And 'tis true Cunty, the ironing of it makes it all even nicer!

I am now spotting again, rather delicately. Of course this is the beginning of the droid, come early to taunt me, but it IS rather a mindfuck.

FWIW, I am certain I will be an overly strict mother with a terrifying steely gaze. In my youth my nieces and nevvies were threatened with 'Auntie Headbanger' if they refused to go to bed. I LOOK very cuddly, all soft arms and immense bosom, but I'm actually quite scary. And treat children as if they're roughly 43.

I once had an interview for a nannying job. The Mother said, "How do you feel about children?" I said, "Well I don't like 'em much. Unless they're really nice."

I got the job.

Can we incorporate monkfish of irony in the next BESH thread title? Love it.

Pitchers of long island iced tea all round!

Muser congrats lovey, onwards and upwards! Have a wooden spoon.

Ariel you are me - apart from the own business bit etc - a year ago and still a bit. Let's chant the mantra together: There's Never A Good Time! There's Never A Good Time! It'll All Be Fine! It'll All Be Fine!

I trust you then treated the children in your charge with appropriate severity Bangers? I like that story - the mother sounds like a sensible woman.

Can I change my name to Ariel? Or PrincessAriel? Or BeautifulFlameHairedPrincessAriel? Like out of Disney. You are allowed to call me Your Highness

Oh, and VAG, just remember, There's Never A Good Time.