Aww. And possibly shucks.

I don’t often blush, after all, it takes an awfully large amount of balls (or possibly more a heady combination of blissfull ignorance, the absence of a working frontal lobe and complete removal of my Tact Centre at birth) to say some of the daft things I do.

Let’s be frank. I am the woman who, when a friend is congratulated on having lost considerable weight by a third party, happily says ‘since when?’.

No, I didn’t realise at all until some time later they (quite reasonably) thought that I meant to imply they were fat, rather than my more literal ‘I haven’t known you for very long, was this before you met me?’ when I uttered my careless ‘since when?’.

No, I haven’t spoken to this particular acquaintance much since the now infamous ’since when?’ happened. No matter how much explaining I do, it looks bad.

But anyway. All of this aside, I am a mild shade of rosy-cheeked red as I type this. Because the delectable Nicole and the unparalleled Tracy both nominated me for this particularly bloggy award. Nicole, Tracy and I have all been though heck, and have all been incredibly lucky in our infertility journeys.

Incredibly.

For different reasons, none of us had it easy. However. Between us, we now have seven babies under the age of three months. Since nobody can have a third of a baby, clearly one of us has triplets.

Believe me, it’s not me. I’m fairly sure my count stops at two, because even on my roughest mornings I can reliably count to two, even if it is with the help of my fingers (if I got to more than ten, to anticipate the obvious query, yes I’d have to take my socks off and consult my feet).

Shucks.

Furthermore, um, gosh.

Golly.

Err, ta, ever so!

Now, may I distribute this award to those whose cleverness far surpasses my own? It’s meant to be seven, but if I had my druthers I’d nominate my entire not-inconsiderable blogroll (btw, I have a new blog these days, about all things doctor-ical, remind me to mention the url when I’m feeling all brave and up to critical review….).

 

Let’s see, without further ado, I nominate:

Mrs Mask, because she’s had more transfer catheters through her lady business than fairness would dictate. She could do with some bloggy love. It’s IVF again, soon.

Wordgirl, because she has the eloquence I lack, and replace with liberal use of potty mouth. Eloquence is so much better.

Chicklet, because I cannot compete with her inimitable use of the CAPSLOCK.

M, because she has the bollocks I lack to tackle life by it’s bitchy unfair horns. Really.

May, because she is yet another blogger who makes me green with envy at her wit. Honestly.

Her hairiness herself, because, well she dealt with her premature labour with far more grace than I did. I just downed a bunch of morphone and whipped my tits out in the hospital corridoor. She went though heck and she still has the guts to attempt round two. Oh, and did I mention she’s got cleverly different internal bits?

Sara, who also has cleverly different internal bits giving her a tough time in the contract-y department these days. I’m always happy when she gains another precious gestational week, since I’ve been there and know just how scary it is to be counting contractions for weeks on end from pre-viability. I packed away my baby clothes at twenty one weeks in tears when the pro.cardia didn’t stop me contracting.

Cripes, I could keep going on-and-on…

I think I might have to start a button of my own in my sidebar linked to a page of blogs of the week. Everyone has a story. Everyone.

PS: Anyone else feel like cross pollinating? Still taking names.