Sunday 11th January


I woke this morning thinking GREAT, I can get Ross to quickly prick me and then I we can go straight back to bed. Hummmm how nice is that going to be, what a lovely idea, back to bed with my wonderful hubby on a Sunday morning when footy is cancelled, Yes this day couldn’t start any better, hummhumm.
Oh hang on I think you might have the wrong end of the stick, when I said Ross can prick me, I don’t mean in any way sexually, or in the romantic sense or even a quickie. You see sex has been the last thing on my mind. I can’t even be bothered to think about it. NO sexual intent and zero sex drive that’s me at the moment, and of course dry fanny really doesn’t help me get in the mood.
And that’s not the worst thing I’m quite embarrassed to say that I look like a gorilla. My legs are as hairy as a mans and my muff, well where do I start with the muff, it is well its that bad I was looking at it in the bath yesterday and I was thinking bunches would look good or even a side parting with a bow, and I’m sure I could see little sprouts of hair growing out of my big toes, my god what was happening. My poor poor hubby, bless him how must he feel, oh dear a shave is in need I think.
Well the injection went really well, it was a dream this morning and we sailed through it, and went straight back to bed. This was going to be a good day I could feel it, oh and still no bleeding, JOY.