Green tea and acupuncture

These are 2 things I feel are missing in my life. Actually these are the only things I haven't tried in relation to getting pregnant. Those fab "How to get knocked up in 5 easy steps" recommend them. As well as sperm obviously. So perhaps before our next attempt, I should drink a lot of green tea. Living in an apartment with another lesbian and a bisexual, one would assume we'd be having green tea marathons. But alas its not so. Yesterday I was pretty peeved when the curse arrived. I think because I was late, I guess I had harboured notions. That was all they were , notions. Short of going out and shagging a bloke for the entire 4 days of ovulation, I'm beginning to despair at the
situation. Nonetheless, its back to the drawing board. Obviously, riverdancing swimmers don't do it for these ladies. Perhaps something more classic. Who knows. Maybe Mammy2 might stick needles in me. Whilst drinking green tea and listening to soothing ocean sounds. Knowing my luck, I'll give birth to a leprechaun.

Apart from that small hiccup, we had a great weekend. The kid behaved herself whilst hanging with Jack. They had a great time. And no police were involved. Teenagers these days, so well behaved.

She got a B in her eassy on Yeats. I made the mistake of asking her what her essay was on. She glared at me. On Sunday when we returned from our hotel, we had sister's day as opposed to night. We watched Wolf Creek and vowed never to visit Australia. I had too much popcorn and felt like
I was going to explode. In the midst of being scared shitless, she got a phone call from the man. Who was supposed to be on the bus to Dublin. He forgot he was working. He was on the recieiving end of a number of "Fine"s which had me trembling on the couch and they weren't even directed at me. They compromised after she threatened him with bodily harm. He came up after work and they went to a late showing of Scary Movie 4 in Cineworld.

When Mammy2 got up from her afternoon snooze, we watched the 2 X-men movies. Great films. Sunday was spent on the couch. I love long weekends.

Yesterday, once I'd gotten over my sulk at not having to shop in the maternity section of Marks and Sparks, we headed up town to meet a friend who was home from London. We had a grand old chat over veggie samosas and potato wedges.

The kid's pic was in the Lifestyle magazine in the Sunday Independent. She thinks she looks horrible, I think its a lovely pic. The article was very well put together. Her part was about 3/4 paragraphs and she came across quite well. There were about 4-5 people interviewed for the article altogether.