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Quick Bonk and The Blue Cross.

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I mentioned on twitter a while ago that me and Mr. M had been trying for spawn number 3.

 Well, with work, schooling, toddler and just general life being so busy I took some serious time out of blogging. During that time, I frimped, frolicked and erm all manner of other things to no result.

 By result I don’t mean no orgasm, I had a few. Y’know, a few…

What I meant was the big fat minus on the pee stick, because I am the kind of girl who likes to get the pee stick done 2 days before my period is due. I like to get the jump on the hormones, like if I catch them at it a few days early I have an extra few days to enjoy it before I start crying like a heap in the living room and vomiting down my leg half way through a glass of water.

 I might be exaggerating a little there… (I’m not).

So anyway, me and Mr. M had a conversation – It was similar to this (I may have edited it slightly)

Mr. M said ‘ Hey pretty lady, stop doing those tests they upset you’.
Me ‘I know I am rather amazingly attractive and stunning, but I must do these tests, I have to know straight away’
Mr. M ‘Is there a chance you’re insane?’
Me ‘Yes, but that was already known when you met me, now shut up.’
Mr. M ‘You are not insane, you are the most wonderful person in the whole world.’

And that was that April period came and went, May sexfesto-lurve-making-happy-times wasn’t what we had intended, we were simply too tired. We had a quick bonk after a movie one night. Really.

We then had an anniversary to celebrate, we celebrated HARD…

  • 1 whole bottle of wine (now see this was a mistake)
  • Starter AND sides
  • PUDDING
  • In bed by 10.30pm
  • Watched a bit of Troy
  • Zonked very quickly after getting to bed

As you can see, we know how the fuck to enjoy ourselves when there are no children around.

So, then skip a little bit of time forward – June 6th.

Mr. M comes home with the test. It’s time.

I can’t bring myself to do it because I already know, I have been sick already, I am off my tea and coffee, I am tired already. I know, and so does Mr. M.

I wait till the 7th June, Mr. M goes to work. And I send him this…

Congratulations Papi.

Turns out that 1 post movie bonk was in fact the one that made the difference.

So I am typing this curled on the couch with a sicky feeling and minor emotional issues.

YIPPI!!!

Zara