Oh Jam - I feel your pain. We had that from October-December. Hellish. And while Dad was dying, dog arrived and chicken pox was upon us. Was worst three months of my life, but I managed. Try to keep your pecker up. Not in a willy-way. Because clearly, that's not going to happen for a while! Hee hee!
So, the botty test went ok. I can't honestly say I enjoyed it! BUT I wept on the bed before they gave me the drugs. then they were rather lovely. I have internal piles, which is a treat. And wow oh wow do I have wind now! I didn't eat from Weds at 1pm til last night and I was so very very hungry! But I hardly have any room for food as there is so much air in me!
I had to do a preggy test because I'm not using contraception, but it was negative, which was a relief. Suspect I don't want a third. Although, I veer wildly one moment to the next and DH definitely does want another. Ho hum. But I'm 37, would be well into 38 before it arrived, already have two perfect(ish), healthy little buggers, do I really want/need a third? All these things worry me. But there's that little part of me that really does want another.
On the names front, I don't like Reuben, because I was a uni with someone who was vile called that. But I liked it before then! I love Edward, which DD2 would have been, but nicknamed Ned, like my cousin.
Arti - I can't believe you snogged JD! That is hilarious! Did he have bad breath? Did you date? My sister knows someone who snogged Kylie and said she had awful breath. Probably due to her diet. And I know someone who went out with Rob Lowe, but refused to shag him because she thought he'd respect her more and it would turn into a long term thing. Sadly, he binned her after a couple of months and she regrets that she didn't have it off with him terribly. I love the term "have it off". Reminds me of more innocent times!
Rubes - on the nap front, I'm afraid DD2 gave hers up at about, ooh, 17 months. She very very occasionally will have one, but only if she's ill, generally. And the evenings have always been fine, despite the lack of sleep. She'll sometimes fall asleep in the car, but DD1 is more likely to than her. She has to be properly knackered.
Mum came up to look after me on Weds and stayed around yesterday and put the girls to bed. It was so lovely to see her and we had a lovely chat. I have a bit of a worry, though... She has always been a bit negative and very vocal about it, but luckily always had Dad to balance her out as he was so positive and kept her a bit in check. She's lovely, but rarely has nice things to say about people/things. She went on to DH about how she hates golf and sailing and stuff that Dad loves. And my girls call bottoms "botkins", which is a kind of family thing and nothing to do with her. She told me it was rather pathetic and perhaps we should say botty instead. I think she's probably right, but when I think of all the silly names for things we had as children, it really irks me that she says that. Petty, I know, but feels like she's slightly dictating to me, even when I'm 37. But there was so much else that made me feel sad. Sort of being rude about everyone on the telly or a bit argumentative even with the nurse checking me in, etc. I love her so much and think it's probably in reaction to Dad dying, but now he's not there, I'm worried that she's going to get even more negative and extreme and get bitter. Ho hum. What to do.
I am definitely so up for a weekend away. Happy to fly to see TinglyVag, but equally happy to go somewhere in UK and do some nice walks etc. Especially without the littles and husbands. Heavenly. And drink a lot of wine. Yummy. I don't mind sharing a room with someone. I don't snore (yet) and promise not to fart!
I am impressed by the varied menus. We always have the same, but am going to endeavour to do more exciting stuff now they're a bit older!
Big love to all.
xxx