Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts

Thursday, January 03, 2008

A post with no title ..... cos I can't think of one.

It has just occurred to me that the blog title here is incredibly outdated, given that The DeadBeats novel floundered some time back and is currently in a coma, possibly to be reawakened at some unspecified point in the future. Ah well, I don't think you can change them on blogger (although if anyone knows different, please share!)

I know it's premature, but i LOVE 2008! It's been a rather sparkling start to the new year for me so far:

* Got my first 1000 words off to The "Wannabe a writer?" novel opening competition. Seriously doubt it will get anywhere (I lost track of the days due to the Christmassy suspension of real time, and ended up hastily editing it early saturday morning before diving into the post office to catch the post en route to a wedding. Not the ordered and considered approach I would have preferred). Of course, this was technically 2007, but I'm counting it as 2008 as that is when the judging will commence.

* Lots of writing done so far this year. And we're only 3 days in. Hurrah!

* Have not wigged out, panicked, or been unbalanced and control-freaky in any way shape or form yet.

* I'm pregnant so I don't have to bother pretending that I'll try and lose weight this year. Bring on the rice pudding!

* Looking back over 2007 I achieved, or made progress on, all of my goals. Yee-haw!

2008 is going to be a good 'un. I can just tell.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Lack of (pro)creativity

All those years of scrupulous contraception, the fearful frissons of "what if??..." following an unwise risk, the sea-shanty of nausea that sploshed around me on the occassion I took the morning after pill, the assumption that my perky wee ova were brazenly touting for the attention of any passing spermatazoa ~ I thought getting pregnant was as easy as falling on your back.

Turns out it's far far harder than that. Or at least it is for us: we know six couples who fell pregnant first time of trying, including two who were using contraception at the time too. And so I had an inkling that statistically we wouldn't be quite so lucky, that we'd be that 10-20% of couples with subfertility issues.

Not that we've been trying for years and years, like some couples~ but when you're the wrong side of 30 (and just a kick in the pants off 35) you don't want to hang around for too long.

So, this morning I had a nice chat with a lovely doctor, and she explained to me all the dignified and entirely unrevolting, stress-free procedures me and the husband can undergo if this month doesn't prove to be a winner in the baby stakes.

This pre-occupation with baby business has sapped my creativity rather a lot recently, hence my absence from blogdom, and the miniscule amount of novel progress. That, and the fact that my laptop is proving as dysfunctional as my ovaries. The man in the shop tells me I have something wrong with my motherboard.

Oh, the irony.....