Mr B and I are officially back on the TTC bandwagon. I'm desperately trying to lose weight, I'm supposed to be temping again (I just can't quite get into the habit of paying attention to that super early alarm clock just yet!) and we are trying to do the deed more often (easier said than done when we're both super tired!).
And, this month for the first time, I've taken some herbal supplements. But I should back track a bit first:
AF ARRIVED LAST MONDAY! It only took her 171 days, but she arrived. I'm not entirely convinced that it was a "proper" period, though - it was super light - although it was here for 4 days, so I'm going with it.
The last time AF came (way back in October) I bought some supplements to take with my next cycle - obviously not realising how long that would be! So when AF rocked up this week, I dusted them off and pinned all my hopes on them.
I'm taking soya isoflavones CD3-7, and EPO until I OV (hopefully next week, but who knows?!). Oh, and I've convinced Mr B that baby dancing every other day is a good idea, too (who knew that MEN needed to be convinced to have more sex?!).
My finger's are crossed and my hopes are high.
I'm not gonna lie, I quite enjoy them. They're usually a rare occurance and spice up my otherwise just plain weird dreams. They rarely involve Mr B, which means I get to have sex with a stranger and feel absolutely no guilt (I can't control my subconscious mind, so it can't be held against me!) Mostly they involve super buff but faceless bits of stuff, other times it's famous people (HELLO Richie Sambora / Johnny Depp / Gary Barlow? !!!). In the past two weeks, though, I've had some sort of sex dream EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. And always with people that I went to school with. Guys that I haven't seen for more than 10 years. I'm not even Facebook friends with some of them. I never fancied any of them while we were at school (OK, OK, maybe one of them, I did!). And I certainly didn't go out with any of them. It's totally random and getting a little bit frustrating, too. Last night's dream didn't actually culminate in doing the deed, but was more the Hollywood movie sneaking-around-behind-our-friends-backs, stolen glances kinda crap that you KNOW is going to end up in a steamy bedroom scene at the end of the film. Yuck. Subconscious, if you're going to give me sex dreams with these people, PLEASE make them good. Make sure I actually get to have sex. Make sure I'm looking super hot, my bikini line is waxed to within an inch of it's life, and it's the best sex they've ever had. Oh, and bring back Faceless Hunk (or Mr B, at least!) - get rid of my school friends! If you can't do that, give me back the weird-ass dreams about juggling oranges. At least that made me laugh...
