I’m at the pointy end of pregnancy and by that I mean something big is pointing south. Dr Sharon tells me it’s the chicklet’s massive head. She didn’t say it it so many words, but according to her tape measure, he is a chunky monkey.
There are so many issues with this no-sex spreadsheet thing I hardly know where to begin. Is it her fault for sharing it? His fault for documenting her rejections? Both of their faults for not communicating about it better?
A few weeks ago, I touched on the whole fertility post-35 issue. For me, it became scarily personal around the age of 36, but it would be another three-odd years before I had to make some tough decisions about whether we needed help.
If men (or women) in uniform send you weak at the knees, you need to sign up to this bespoke dating site immediately…
My wife and I got married in 2011 – and a year ago she said she wasn’t happy and moved back to her parents house. I’m still completely in love with her and desperately want her back
Question: How do you make a heavily pregnant woman cry? Answer: Have everyone she loves add their snippet of new mum advice to a beautiful baby shower book – which is just what I was given last weekend
I am a Capricorn woman, and I started a relationship in January with a Leo man. I fell for him, but after a while I lost interest and cheated on him with another guy (a Cancerian) who I adore.
We’re on the reno home-stretch and while I’d like to say that by Friday onwards I will be sitting on my arse in my new house contemplating my (very round) navel, there’s still one massive job left to do. The nursery.
Secrets to a good relationship, the books you should be reading right now, a peek at an online labia library and why casual sex isn’t so bad for you after all… it’s my latest Friday round-up!
Is it really that bad to pee in the shower? I’m not talking about the shared shower in the changing rooms at the gym (as that’s so obviously gross) but the shower in our en suite, that only EVER gets used by me, my husband and our two kids.
Dearest baby chicklet, you’re due in just over two months. Once upon a time, it was nine months. Now, there’s really not long to wait until we can cuddle you for real.
While I’ve spared you some of the most bizarre, pregnancy-related lady garden weirdness, I can’t keep quiet any longer about my ridiculous bladder. One day last week I went nearly 22 times. I counted, because it was so ludicrous. I can be standing in a shop feeling fine, only for the chicklet to think it would be really funny to bunji-jump directly onto mama’s bladder. And suddenly, the pain of needing to go is immense. You MUST find a loo at any cost, and when you do, nothing comes out. Well, if you’re lucky, enough to fill a teaspoon. HA HA HA HA FUNNY JOKE BABY. VERY FUNNY NOT. He …