Random

Author: Anon
Warnings: I really don't know what to type here, I suppose female TMI?

You know when you're fairly certain Aunt Flo has left. She hasn't shown even a small trace of her being around. You finally gain enough confidence to wear that pair of crisp white panties you've been avoiding for the last week. And then you go the whole day being paranoid, so you keep running to the toilet to check and you've wiped yourself so many times that your lady bits have a protesting since the first 16 wipes. So you make it through the entire day without any incidences and you're driving home in traffic and the only thing that's left to remind you of your day of obsession is the slight sting left in your nether regions, and you sit down and have a glass of wine to unwind and it's all a distant memory. You run a bath, and undress and there in your clean white underwear the bitch has left you a little brown present!

Sex & Babies

I'm posting here, because I have family that read my other blog, but I'd really like your opinions here ladies regardless of whether you have a baby, are preg, or not.


How do you feel about sex and babies? More specifically, how do you feel about sex and babies in the room with you. I really didn't have a problem with the whole concept. In fact, our sex life has been amazing since giving birth, but since baby has become alert and is quite clearly taking everything in, I'm just not sure. I know that he's under 6 months and that there is no possible way that he will consciously remember Mom and Dad on the job, but somehow just knowing that he could be awake and hearing or, God forbid, seeing the act is a buzz kill.


My husband doesn't seem to have a problem, but then we know men are horn dogs. It's clearly time to move the youngen out of our room, but I really need to know if I'm being paranoid here.


All opinions are welcome, I've opened comments to all and sundry.


Thanks ladies.

Want to shout it from the mountain tops, but can't or won't

Author: Anon
Comments: Welcome


For the 1st time in 4 years I am crying with joy.

I have a positive result, 2 lines, a beta of 157.

I want to shout it from the top of the mountains, but I won't.

My husband and I will be the only ones to know for the next 6 weeks.

Finally our turn has come. Praise God!

Who are they to judge me!

Author: Anon.
Warning: Some strong language


We went to a braai on the weekend with so called friends. I hate being in a group now, I feel like crawling into a hole, and living for only me and my husband. I don't fit in anymore, my friends have kids, or are having kids. They all show this "concern" about our journey, but they don't know shit! They pretend to understand, to be sympathetic but they just don't care. I used to think they cared but now I know they don't. I overheard them whispering about me, about how me and my husband were just not meant to be together right from the begining. How this was quite obviously a sign that we are not meant to be together.

Fuck them! Who are they to judge. I know so many of them who's husbands are abusive, drinking arseholes, who would never stick with their wives if they had to go through this. I'm done with all this crap, I'm over their judgemental ways. I never wish bad on anyone, but I won't be going anywhere near them anymore. I don't need this shit in my life

Demand

All day, every day, demand.
I have no time for me.
When did I lose the person I was?
Where did my individuality go?
At what point did I care more about everyone other than me.
How do I stop?
When do the pieces of me return?