Dear Diary,
Life is like a box of chocolates. At least according to Forrest Gump's mum. But Forrest Gump's mum was never trying to conceive, was she?
Hmmm... life is like a box of chocolates, I'm not allowed to have any.
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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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