Honeytree

I'm putting this out here on the main thread, but I need you to remember that this week you should have been cuddling a newborn. The whole "baby" issue is probably very very real for you right now, and for your DH, and you need to talk about it. ALL of it. Including how he felt about the miscarriage. I also think that your views are probably very hormone driven right now. Are you reading the H&H thread?
The other thing I know, however, is that Steve does not want to know anything at all about my cycles. The idea of deliberately timing sex when we knew I was fertile was just icky and wrong to him- don't get him wrong, he loves our fertility. He just wants to perceive us as fertile and fecund all the time, rather than just for 2-3 days a month

because of course, men are. BUT also, if you dtd at that time of the month and no baby, if you know that she's fertile, then what does that make him?????? It's a minefield...
Unromantic though this sounds, and though it'll slow down conception, I say throw away the thermometer and shag his brains out

Queen of Cups, we just made pancakes. The village my dad taught in had an annual football game though- take a pigs stomach, inflate it and then all the young men of the village hurtle through the town like hooligans with the aim of dumping it in a stream. Fun times, huh?

It's amazing what northern men can do for fun, and it mostly involves pigs or sheep... For them that don't know, yesterday was the day before Lent, so Fat Tuesday (or over here, Shrove Tuesday)- a last day of profligacy before austerity. So the British traditionally celebrate by making pancakes, one of the most austere foodstuffs imaginable. Boy, nobody can say we don't know how to party

Mel, I'm so sorry your wheels are out of action. Is this time to start playing the lottery?
Amy, I love the haircut

Mary, Gunter, yay with the doula training

Us? We're still struggling with the baby name issue, despite the sig. He's still gorgeous, though his left eye's a bit goopy and he's a touch jaundiced- the cord fell off on Tuesday and it's all going far- too- quickly. I'm below pre-pregnancy weight as well

: and it doesn't feel like I had a baby six days ago. and Skye? In the last week has
insisted on testing EVERYTHING first, from Hotslings to newborn prefolds.
breastfed a rescue hero

taken advantage of feeding time to sit in the breakfast cereal drawer pouring porridge oats into rice krispies.
Ground three packets of KoolAid into the carpet
and so on

Bless her, at least she's creative. It's fair to say she's not a big fan of being a big sister. Oh, and the whole family keep losing the baby: Alex got very confused when I picked him up from school on Monday and he couldn't see the baby, but everyone else could: in a wrap on my chest. Isaac lost him twice yesterday, and Skye is just fascinated by the double buggy. Oh, except that she'd much rather travel in the shopping basket underneath

: There's really not much you can say to that, is there?
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