Laura the shit in the slipper. Wow. That's it isn't it. You go through life, doing well at everything - put in adequate work = succeed. Eat less and exercise = lose weight. Study hard = achieve decent A levels. Do what your boss wants, with a smile = promotion. Then you try to have a baby, the thing which should be the least effort of all, and the dog comes and shits in your slipper.
At least it was the slipper and not directly on the carpet, nice one, hound!
Slingmomma - sorry love, I know you mean well, but the Charlotte storyline is the classic 'we gave up trying and boom it happened'.
My period is due tomorrow. Had a couple of cramps, and a glass of wine and half a family sized bag of Cheez Doodles (google them. the Swedish ones). No exercise. Just getting fat and sitting on my arse. Then I watched '18 Kids and Counting' because I'm mental. Although not as mental as the parents, who clearly have their own issues, having both been adopted. Lots of tears over a stillborn, which of course is horrid, but get some perspective. It was pregnancy 18. 17 easy pregnancies before that. I didn't really feel sympathetic, but that's because 2 years of this shit has made me into an evil hag and I don't give a fuck.
Agree with buying baby shite for the instadiffs. Order it off Amazon, get it delivered direct to their house, choose gift wrap option, and make some excuses. Any excuses. To be honest, they will be so wrapped up with newbornness they won't really notice for the first few months, and thereafter maybe try to ensure if you see them, it's a group session and have an excuse why you need to shoot off.
Anything.
Here's one: 'oh my god, that's a text from my neighbour.. there is water pouring from my house directly into their garden' (this happened to me, the stopcock in the water tank went kaput so water was pouring out over their fence & onto their patio) 'I'm going to have to go! So sorry'
This is the sort of ready shit you need to be able to pull to extradite yourself from baby situations. It's not bad or wrong to do this, it's for your own sanity. Mind you, I'm a horrible miserable cow, and probably not one to emulate.
Boozy lunch tomorrow. Period starting. Merry fucking Christmas.