A christmas wish from the pregnant bloke

It's nearly time for some of us to be tucked up in bed before Santa does his annual housebreaking act to those of us without chimneys!

If you've been good, I hope that santa brings you whatever you want
If you've been a little bit naughty, I hope that you still get what you want
If you're in the middle of an Australian summer with a very pregnant woman I hope that Santa brings her a seat under the air conditioning for your sake!

Thank you for following my rants and rambles over the past few months. I hope that I can continue to entertain you with tales of my woe and suffering.

Merry Christmas!

SYB

P.S. Don't forget to keep an eye on where Santa is!

Is that all it was?!

So after the highs of finding out that I wasn't shooting blanks and the lows of random bleeding and 'poor' test results it was time to go back to see our fertility specialist for SWMBO's final checkup before the FS finally admitted success and we could walk around with a spring in our step.

SWMBO was still bleeding at this point (the friday after our aborted shopping trip) and although we were kind of OK getting used to it (a woman who says she's not concerned about bleeding during pregnancy is as rare as a bloke who doesn't wank) we still couldn't wait to get in and see the FS.