T-Bird Anni Rides Again

hmph, on my *real* Wordpress blog, the one I set up that has now died, I had the option to twitter a bit here then insert a "more" function which would give people the oportunity to chose to click through and read the rest to move on to the next house on the blogring.  but I don’t have that option with Blogsome even though it’s basically Wordpress, or at least if I do I don’t know how to do it

So, if you don’t want to read a hormonal wimper stop here.  Just move on.  I’ve disabled comments as actually it’s more that I need to twitter than I want any kind of response.

I’m not pregnant.  Again.  I actually genuinely thought I was this time.  My normal cycle is 24-26 days max.  This one was 30.  and not only that, I normally only go 8-10 days post ovulation before the cycle ends, this time I didn’t get my normal very clear ovulation signs but what clues I did get were 14 days before it ended.  So in all possibility it was just one of those "anovulatory cycles" and I conned myself that I knew I had.  But it still sucks.

Now, I know I could go thorugh all hte hoops, go to the doctor, get prodded and poked about, pumped full of drugs costing £££ whilst old dears wait for a bed taht the hospital can’t afford to staff to have an op that she needs but they can’t afford to provide.  And I’m not criticising people who do, women hvae a right to be treated for diseases regardless of it being a worn out hip or a faulty reproductive system but I don’t feel justified and neither in all honesty could I face it.

I could lose several stone.  It would do me good.  It might even do the trick.  But somehow, somewhere I got sucked into a sort of  spiral of too tired to eat properly so I eat easy foods which don’t give me the energy to do waht I need to do.  I’m too heavy to be comfortable excercising so I don’t and get bigger.  and it’s reflecting in Aprilia now too.  I don’t walk places so she doesn’t so she’s not anywhere near as fit as she should be.  And that won’t help her when she’s an adult either.  So now not only am I sabotaging my own chances of health and babies, I’m cocking up the upbringing of the child I did manage somehow to produce.

Humph. 

We popped over to see Kirsty adn James (well, okay Aprilia was more interested in seeing Alex and Marcus…) yesterday and stayed over until after lunch today.  it was a lovely visit with lots of serious educational discussion between the adults (cough) and a thorough work out of the social skills for the kids!

After me moaning to Kirsty that Aprilia is just not making any progress in reading and being very resistant to trying, she promptly sat and "read" 6 Oxford Reading Tree books (level 1 adn 2) to Kirsty and me faultlessly and was very proud of herself.  She was very obviously working it all out from picture clues and a vague idea of the first sound or two on the odd word here and there but I really don’t care.  She believes she’s read 6 books and I’m just not going to argue!