Dear Diary,
It's just occurred to me that for 2 weeks every month, I turn into Ms. Yoyo Knickers. John's starting to think it's unnatural.
I told him to stop whinging and count his blessings.
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About this Blog
This is a fictional blog. A bit of a weird concept, I'll grant, but you'll soon get the idea. If you're looking at the latest entries and thinking, "huh?" you might want to check out my consecutive entries project for newcomers.
If you don't want to go to all that trouble, here's a summary - Anna Schmidt and her husband John are trying to get pregnant. Because it doesn't happen immediately, Anna starts researching methods of increasing one's fertility - with unpredictable and maybe hilarious results. Depends on your sense of humour, really.
About Me
- Naomi
- I talk to the TV (it gets my most biting wit). I'm married. I'm a christian (Salvation Army). I have a semi-dodgy past. I'm a parent (twice over). Low blood sugar makes me very, very grouchy. My non-Blogger blogs are: Nomesque Fiction (if you can't guess - my fictional writings) Beautiful Brisbane (my love/hate relationship with Brisbane) Nomesque Life (various thoughts, happenings, etc from the life of me)
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- Tantric Massage - Take 1
- Genius
- Fixing the Fake
- Fraud
- Tired
- Another Month
- Acronyms
- CRUD
- Maybe Not
- Sore Boobs
- Nausea
- Birthday
- Sperm Wars
- My back
- Oh no
- Oh Yeah...
- Mucous
- Pain
- Kama Sutra
- Murder
- Yoyo
- Drool
- FAQ
- Disaster Area
- Aftermath
- Negative No. 2
- Berries
- Liquid Life
- Pulling Out...
- Weird food woes
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