...is how long it has been since my last period. I am unsure whether to read anything into this or not. On the one hand, that is rather long for me to go between periods, base on my pre-progesterone only pill habit. On the other, periods are notoriously skippy after coming off the mini pill.
Walking home today, it started snowing and I felt a little bloated (undoubtedly all the Christmas chocolate floating around) and I started thinking maybe all the magic was telling me I was up the duff.
Then it stopped snowing and I felt a little uncomfy down below and I convinced myself I had in fact just started my period. Fortunately, when I got home (fortunately because it was about another 10-15 minutes walk) this turned out not to be the case. The monthly visitor is still MIA. I might take a pregnancy test in the morning (when your urine is apparently the most concentrated, according to the Sainsbury's basic 'are you knocked up' test which I was reading while having a pee earlier). Then again, I may wake up and find my question has been answered.
On another note it's so freezing at the moment I am seriously contemplating wearing gloves to bed.
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In summer 2009, threatened by the looming possibility of redundancy in the 'economic downturn' and the ever-louder tick of the biological clock, I decided it was time for my husband and I to get up the duff - once we'd had a final footloose and fancy free DINKY break in Cambodia.
This is what happened next...
This is what happened next...
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