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Happy New Year!

Every year on New Year’s Eve, WordPress sends out a little report that tells you how your blog has done in the past year. Well I’ve barely blogged this year at all, but still somehow I managed to get over 47,000 views. Wow. That’s kind of amazing to me. I started this blog as somewhere I could pour out all the gubbins that went through my head around ttc, pregnancy and birth. I didn’t think anyone would actually read it. So thank you for visiting and for reading, I hope I’ve entertained or informed. 

I’m still feeling pretty raw off the back of the ectopic. I’m quite sore both physically and emotionally, but it has set in my mind that we would like to try again, even though I am quite terrified of something going wrong again. So hopefully 2014 will see more posts and good news. 

Good luck to everyone ttc out there. I hope this time next year you are all cuddling your babies. 

7 Things About Me

I was actually quite touched this week to receive a little award from another blogger, the lovely author of Going Coverless.


Isn’t that lovely? See I don’t imagine that anyone actually reads this so it’s very nice to think that not only is someone reading it, they are enjoying it too! 

So as part of this I have to share 7 things about myself and then pass this award on to some other blogs that I have enjoyed. Here’s the 7 things. 

I have a degree in Molecular Biology. I once planned on getting my PhD and having a glittering career as a research scientist, then I had approximately 7 million children inside the space of four years, so I have scaled that plan down somewhat, now I hope to become a biology teacher, in between having fantasies about being a doula or a hypnobirth practitioner or even a midwife. 

I’m almost 31 and I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. 

I am a huge control freak. I complain quite a bit about my poor long suffering husband not helping out around the house, the problem is though in reality I don’t trust him entirely to do things right, i.e. MY WAY. 

I’m a nerd/geek. I grew up on a diet of Star Wars, Star Trek, Tolkien and Terry Pratchett novels. I almost pee’d with joy and pride when my eldest child turned away from The Wizards of Waverly Place and admitted to loving “Fringe.” I reckon being a nerd is just about the coolest thing in the world. 

Something that makes me fall in love with my husband over and over again is the way that he makes up random songs about the dog, the cat or the children, and he’s not remotely ashamed of singing them in front of other people. 

When I was a child I was terrified of labels on cushions or clothing. I’m not terrified any more but I still can hardly bear to touch them, I usually have to cut them off or they make me feel slightly nauseous. 

I can’t think of a seventh thing! I guess that’s because the youngest girl child is sick at the moment and has essentially spent the last four days crying at me. It’s hard to concentrate. Okay I’ll have to come back and finish this one off later. 

For now, farewell. 




It’s a……….

I’m pleased to report that the scan went very well last week. It was a little hard to visualise the baby as it was lying in a rather weird position (ankles around ears) so it took a while to get the scan but thankfully I didn’t end up standing on my head like last time.

And I caved.

I asked the question and we got a potty shot.

But I’m not telling. If I told the sex I’d be tempted to share the name and where would be the surprise in that?


Look at that little face! So cute. We were very lucky to actually get some great definition on the face, it’s making me very tempted to go for a 4D scan, though I need a new washing machine so I doubt the budget will stretch to both.

It’s starting to feel very real now and I’m in list making mode, things we need for the baby, things we need to get the house ready, things I just want because they are cute. The priority is going to go to sorting the house out. Our walls have a ring of grubbiness at about a height of between 2-3 foot and I’m awfully embarrassed by it, I cringe at the thought of midwives coming in to the place because they will be judging me for being an awful slattern. The nesting is definitely starting. We took several bags and boxes of rubbish to the dump this week already when I attacked the bedrooms. I thought I was going to make myself unpopular with the husband by insisting that he take some of his lego collection out of our bedroom and pack it away in the attic, but as the boy has been scaling the bookcases with increased skill to get at the Batman sets of late, the husband was happy enough to comply.

I could cry at the thought of everything that needs to be done but mainly because I can’t get cracking on with any of it yet. Lists are only satisfying if you can tick things off them.

And then some more….

My eldest daughter is off school today for her midterm break. During the week the mum of one of her classmates texted me to ask if her son to come over as both she and her husband were working. He’s a nice kid and I was happy to have a bit of distraction for my eldest, anything beats the pre-teen eye rolling and hearing “I’m bored!” on a loop.

But that wasn’t quite enough to satisfy her, and after the OPKs this morning well I was frankly looking for an excuse to go in to town. So I gathered the kids up and deposited my eldest and her friend into the local cinema to watch the new Tintin movie while I made a little side trip to local branch of Superdrug.

So I’d gone as far as to buy a test.

How could I possibly resist using it?

This is what is technically known as a Big Fecking Positive (that’s the Irish term for it).

Oh my god! I cannot believe it! I am SO thrilled, and scared, and thrilled, and slightly nauseous, and hankering for another bacon sandwich, and nauseous again. I am feeling very positive, this is much darker than any of the tests that I got last time round.

So next week it’s off to the doctor to confirm it with them and keep my fingers crossed that they’ll send me for an early scan. I didn’t get to 15 DPO before testing, but I think 13 dpo showed an iron will for me.