Tuesday, May 22, 2012

title pic Fertility

Posted by dulwichmum on Wed 2 May 2007

Last night before I went to bed, I carefully applied my Fake Bake false tan. I wanted to wear a short skirt today, and ensure that James enjoyed the view from his jet lagged bed this morning as I was leaving with the children for school. I was (on reflection) rather heavy handed in my application, as I woke up more Shirley Bassey than Eva Longoria – oh dear! James is just back from Barbados, and I am substantially browner than he.

I looked stunning, tanned and willowy with my shiny new Links of London Sweetie bracelet on my arm. I insist on nice little trinkets as gifts when James goes on his corporate sporting jaunts without me. James objected as he handed it over – he bought it on the way out from Heathrow in the Duty Free shop as instructed:

“I will not have any money to retire on at the end of the year at this rate if you keep insisting on these little gifts”.

He is a cheeky devil. If he must fuss so about spending a few pounds on a bracelet for me he certainly will not be retiring at Christmas. Before you know it, he would have us wearing woolly hats in the house in Winter, the heating turned off. I do not intend to live in squalor and deprivation simply because James longs to be retired by forty!

What kind of example will he be setting for the children? I care not for the goings on in the stock market, James will not have enough money to retire until he is 65, and then he can write a book or do some after dinner speaking or something…

I trotted into the school with the munchkins this morning, looking uber fabulous – just to let anyone with treachery on their minds see that I am a force to reckon with. My man has everything he wants at home already.

Straight from school drop off I went to see my consultant who told me the result of my recent battery of tests. Apparently I am ovulating three to four times each month!!! And to think, I simply thought I had gall stones. He seemed really shocked by this. Mr Papachristadoulou told me that I am “a hot little pot of oestrogen,” the flirt!

I must admit I wasn’t particularly surprised, six of my mothers sisters have twins, and one aunt has triplets. Indeed my cousin Julia who was married only two years ago, had a son nine months after her marriage, and triplets ten months after that! Four sons in ten months!

OHMYGOD!!!

If I was to have triplets now, we would have five children to put through school and James would have to work forever, indeed, three is a nice (if exhausting) number, but five? That is positively Vicky Pollard territory.

Mr Papachristadoulou said I am a top candidate for a multiple birth.

James says I have been in bad humour for the last six years since I was pregnant with Max, well if I became pregnant again – I would be apoplectic with rage for the rest of my days!

I immediately telephoned my darling husband and informed him that from now on I am dead to him in the bedroom department. He curtly replied that I have been dead to him in the bedroom since I conceived Max! Oh, he is so very funny, how we both laughed, and laughed and laughed…

If he touches me again, I shall break every bone in his body.

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