Tonight is Children In Need night. Children In Need or – hell – anything with children involved is a charity that is close to my heart and will almost certainly see me donating money. Truthfully, it already has – I’ve already donated, we donated to the twins’ nursery which has Wear Your Pajamas to Nursery Today! as their charity drive, which the twins were fairly excited about (“I wear jammas! I wear jammas to nursery! Is my favorite!”), along with a small donation which goes to Children In Need. This household was supposed to be even more involved – I was due to be in BBC Radio 2 studios this morning, helping out on the phone lines, and Alastair was due to be at a telecoms headquarters tonight also running the phone lines. Since both of us were sidelined by my cast, we’ll instead be home. I’ll be crying. I’ve already been crying, as they showed a clip on TV the other night of two young girls who lost their mother to cancer, and they have received counselling from a centre funded by Children In Need donations. I was crying like an idiot and donated for the first time, I’ve done it since and no doubt will have to login to PayPal again.
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I woke up this morning really angry with Alastair. It was the typical Woman Reason – I’d had a dream and I thus woke up quite cross. I dreamt (bear with me here, I know that recounting dreams is the most boring thing ever) that we were living in Roswell doing research on science, living in a thoroughly modern house. I came on to him and was rocking my best moves on him, only for him to fall asleep halfway through my outstanding gymnastics performance. When he woke up (in my dream) I shouted at him for falling asleep, but he simply shrugged and replied “I wasn’t asleep, I was just discreetly silent.”
When I relayed this to him this morning (my irrational anger gone) he grinned and said “See? I’m even funny in your dreams.”
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Daytime TV is killing me. I don’t actually want to watch an 11 year old episode of Friends, mostly because it reminds me how bad all of our hair was in the 90′s. I have not been injured in an accident and do not need a personal injury lawyer, not even one who will only take payment if I win my case. I cannot stand the political commentary shows (Americans, my lovely Americans, do you have any idea what some people from my beloved home country are doing to the image of the rest of it? Can’t they be gathered up, gagged, and kept in a room where they are issued only blunt ended crayons?). The talk shows do my head in – here are all these amazing women out in the world trying and hoping to have a baby, and yet Darwinian train wrecks on these shows seem to pop them out with a rate that staggers the most sophisticated of mathmeticians. I’ve been catching up on various TV series that I haven’t seen or am behind on – I watched all the back issues of Misfits and am now watching the current season. True Blood (which I honestly can’t decide if I like or not) and I are getting to know each other. Courtesy of a contact in America, I’m now on Season 7 of Grey’s Anatomy, which they’re two years behind on over here (a Post It Note? What the fuck?)
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And finally a bit of news. Remember my lucky socks? The lucky socks that have an impressive record thus far? If not, a small re-cap – I wore the lucky socks on my last round of IVF, and the result was two children in their pajamas that were excitedly dropped off at nursery today. Moira got the socks next for what was her only round of IVF. She initially was pregnant with triplets. Sadly she lost two of them, but one little guy held on and she has one of the cutest little boys I’ve ever seen. The socks then went to America, to Melody and her last cycle of IVF as well.
Melody’s IVF cycle succeeded, and Melody and her husband are proud to announce the arrival of their little boy, whose hair tends to curl when it gets wet.
The socks worked their juju (their very male juju, considering 3 of the 4 children conceived and birthed with those socks are boys). They’ll be headed back to me and on to another recipient.
-S.
I also woke up this morning quite angry with my husband, but that may have had something to do with the fact that it was sparrow-fart, and he’d woken me up ‘because I’m bored’. Bless.
My abiding memory of Harry’s first 6 months of life at home, is me pinned in an armchair all day, boobs out, breastfeeding near-continually, and – if I was lucky – a TV zapper within reach and a cup of something that hadn’t gone too tepid. My life consisted of Flog It, Cash In The Attic, (Re)Location, (Re)Location, Location, Escape To The Country, Changing Rooms, Property Ladder… all the family favourites! My boobs still have a Pavlovian reaction if I see an antiques auction or Sarah Beeny. I knew I was hormonal as all buggery, too – I once started to cry because something didn’t meet its reserve on Flog It.
I recount this merely to re-inforce the statement that I perfectly understand your Daytime TV viewing misery.
And if I could book the socks for next year sometime: that’d be kinda cool…
I have dreams like that they make me very angry and I can never tell initially if they are true or not
Having been on the receiving end of the dream conversation/anger the only advice I have for any other gentlemen here is to listen, try to be a little amused, and whatever you do DO NOT roll your eyes.
Lucky socks! I love that! Baby bringing Juju socks! Awesome :) My husband already knows to block his ears, because my dreams usually involve shagging various celebrities, and hearing about it, makes him want to tear his ears off the side of his head and toss them out the window. Naturally I like to torture him even more by making him guess *which one* it was last night honey!
Hurray for jamma day!
When I’m pissed at Adam, he often asks me “is it something I did for real or in one of your dreams?”. Fair enough.
TV is on of my great loves, but yet most of it sucks. Between the ‘news’ channels and reality tv, I cringe to think what the rest of the world thinks of us based solely on what we put out for entertainment. On the same note, I have fell back in love with “Futurama”.
Hurray for Melody! Damn those socks-I hate to think of what would be possible if they were to turn to the dark side.
Hang in there, love. It is very hard to be couch-bound. Try this alternative to tv: excellent podcasts on http://www.themoth.org/
I’m just so excited about those socks! I’m so happy for everyone who has gotten to wear them.
I’m very sorry that you are so bored and I wished I had something that would help. Sadly, after awhile, all that stuff just runs together in boredom. :(
Gotta love those lucky socks!
Whilst recovering from my abdominal surgery I watched way too many episodes of Gilmore Girls which seemed to be on about 3 times a day.
Yeah for melody!!! Many many congratations!!
M xx
Those socks are awesome. I sure need something like that in my life, we’re heading towards our seventh transfer in January. :(
I’m sorry you’re bored, it’s remarkably hard to sit on the couch all day and watch TV (I know)!
Wow, you have supersocks!
You know how people have ways of knowing if they are really in love in those beginning stages of a relationship? Mine is when I have a dream he’s sleeping around and in the dream he always acts like “yeah so???” when he’s caught and I spend the morning hours pissed off at him.
That and if I can watch him eat and not want to punch him in the mouth,of course.
I’ll try not to hold your interest in Grey’s Anatomy against you. It will be difficult, but I’ll make the effort.
I tried setting traps for those crazy people living in my country, using boxes, sticks, and those magnetic yellow ribbons people stick on their pick up trucks to inform everyone “See, I love America more than you do,” but too many woodland creatures got caught in what they believed to be tiny free clinics.
Which happens when a symbol of patriotism is actually a centuries old symbol to say “I’ve got yellow fever.”
“Can’t they be gathered up, gagged, and kept in a room where they are issued only blunt ended crayons?”
This would be wonderful, but we seem to keep electing them to public office
Those socks really sound fantastic – if only you could give them to every woman that wanted so much to have a baby and was going through ivf. I am sorry you are bored of tv but I am not suprised. Dreams are weird and yes i have also been known to be in a bad mood on waking because he has really annoyed me in dreamworld.
GO GO GO Lucky Socks!!! Congrats, Melody!
Dude, I’d totally be really greedy and leap up and down for the socks but:
1. living twins. Excluded.
2. I’d murder their juju in a minute.
G