What do we do when we fall? We get up.

Today is a much brighter day. We have both gotten over the disappointment of not being pregnant yet and are raring to get started again.
The process has begun again. The charts, the planning etc.
I am renewed in my determination to have kids. Aside from all of the dietary supplements that I know my wife will be sneaking into my food - I am looking for anything I can do to better our chances.

Mother Nature calls us failures.

My wife was presented with Mother Nature's monthly gift today. It is not the brightest day for us and knowing my wife as I do, I have left her to deal with it alone.

I am like most men. This simple incident means very little to us and we deal with it as if it means very little. In the grand scheme of things, it probably bears little significance for our efforts and it will soon be forgotten - but I am reminded of all the baggage that my wife, and all women, carry with them by the time they reach thirty years old.

We all live in a yellow bus.

Our peak period has been over for some time and we are fairly sure that the 'big' day must have been the first day of the seven. My wife seems overly pissed about this but I have told her that anything we do tends to have some interesting issues. "Remember, the yellow bus?" - this brought a smile to her face.

The Thin Pink Line

Ok - my hard fought faith in science is being tested to the max.
It has been seven consecutive days of testing and none of the tests have come up positive !

I could tell you but then I'd have to ... move town.

Secrecy and stealth are key to the baby-making process.

If too many people find out what you have in mind then the couple soon starts to get treated like a ‘delivery device’ and a ‘receptacle’. If these people happen to be friends and family, then it will soon be forgotten that you are necessary at all.

Peeing on a stick for the greater good

Up until now, you might be forgiven for believing that my wife and I are the only members of our familial nucleus. Not so. Currently occupying the number two spot in the Marwaha Clan is Lili, our little dog.

Necessity is the mother of app-vention

This is the first of what I imagine will be numerous whine sessions!

It’s been a few days since my wife and I worked out how to use the ovulation test. Ever since, I get the impression that there are a fair few preparations being made around me that I am not completely aware of. I can’t put my finger on it – but I have suspicions!