Hey, remember when I used to do the Weekly Wrap-Ups?
Really, you do?
I swear, I am so very slow to get back into this blogging groove.
But yeah, apparently I used to do a little wrap-up of the week that was. All those months ago.
This last week was full of stuff. Important stuff. Noteworthy stuff. Like visits from interstate relatives, like playdates with dear friends, like kids doing poo in the toilet (hurrah!) and kids doing poo in their pants (boo!), like contacting someone I really admire and then receiving a message back, like eating take-away Thai for dinner and buying a big boy bed for a kid who is actually going to be really, really small in it.
But of all that, I am going to share what I think is possibly the most significant news for you, readers o' The Little Mumma.
It's the most significant in that it could well affect the very essence of what goes on here.
So prepare yourself for what I am about to share.
Because it's more like an overshare.
I got my period.
I sure did.
This is significant because;
a/ I have not had a period since April 2009 (yes, that's just shy of two and a half years – my breastfeeding reward?)
b/ A returned cycle means the TTC (trying to conceive) journey has a green(ish) light
So in this way, it's happy sad news. Happy – babies! Sad – I just ate my weight in chocolate and I have the skin to prove it.
I am so tired I feel like someone punched me in the face with insomnia.
Why am I even considering baby # 3?
Because I am a fool.
And because B and I make deeply adorable children.
So, maybe it will be scheduled shagging around here in the coming months. Which B will be beyond delighted about because he can take that shit to the (sperm) bank! A woman is never more amorous than when she's trying to get knocked up.
Now I NEVER tell people when we are TTC because it adds undue pressure. So don't be picturing me with my legs over my head just yet (proven method right there, peeps – just kidding – or am I?). Maybe we'll try this month (ha!) and maybe we won't (we so won't), maybe it'll be next month, maybe it'll be in five months time. All I'm saying is, it's back on the cards and don't be surprised if I turn around and say, "Surprise!" Or not.
I certainly won't be turning this into a TTC diary. With photos of ECM and whatnot.
Congrats on the return of your little friend (with all that implies).
The yearning for another baby is a hard call to resist. If at all possible, one should follow the bidding of the ovaries.
Unless you’re Octomom of course. She really needs to give it a rest.
2.5 years without the rag? My body only seems to do 12 weeks max (the first 8 of which I’m bleeding anyway) after the babies are earth-side, then it’s back to my usual sucky 3 week cycle like clockwork – despite round the clock breastfeeding.
SO jealous I could vomit 😉
Bring on Lil MG #3! x
Ba ha ha ha!!!! Never an overshare from you sweetheart!!! Love everything you write!!!! Good luck with TTC, whenever that may be!!
Yay for no#3, whenever s/he joins your family!
Thank you, Kate! xx
Wow 2.5 years without AF how do you do that??? The longest I`ve gone is 12 weeks and I`ve breastfed around the clock!!! Good luck hun
I know, Dee! It’s crazy. I don’t know what my secret is. Just lucky I guess.
Thank you! xxx
Well, it’s all an overshare really, isn’t it? That’s my overshare-y way. 😉
Thank you, babe. xx
Yes, I have had 4 periods in, hmmm, I guess almost 5 years? More?
It’s pretty cool.
Lil MG #3! Meant to be!
Ha! You make me laugh, Mel. Octomum is frightening in the extreme. Poor kids.
But yeah, the yearning is deafening sometimes. Not least of all because I am sure it is my daughter calling to me….
Sigh. I am setting myself up for a big old crash, ain’t I?
Shut up and get with the baking of Norstrom. 😛 x