First Blow

Tuesday 12 June, 2007. . . . Late.

Well, there goes that idea. Little Mama has just informed me that nature has taken its course and month 1 is a washout, a failure.

5-7 days from now we can start over again, and we will have a full month this time at least. That's where the science bit kicks in I'm told.

I know that it was highly, highly unlikely for us to be successful this month and we knew that, but the disappointment is surprisingly sharp.

Anyway, onwards and upwards, I have a week to swot up on how I can become a prime hunk of impregnating manhood.

I'm off to throw away my Emmylou Harris CDs and find a bucket of ice for my knackers to sit on.

We bloody want this more than I can understand.