My library of fertility related books is growing by the minute. The only book I damn well want to buy is “What to expect when you are expecting” but alas every time I hit the bookstore this one purchase still alludes me. Instead it’s “IVF for Dummies” and “The Fertility Bible”. What idiot thought it would be appropriate to write a book and call it IVF for Dummies. So not only are we infertile but apparently stupid as well. Anyway, one of the survival guides to not being pregnant gave some wise advice about having a Period Party each time Aunty Flo arrives. I no longer feel like having parties. Parties are for celebrating and in the quest to get pregnant the desire to celebrate has waned somewhat. The theory being that your period should be celebrated because it in fact means a new cycle and another shot. Yeah right.
Anyway, I thought I’d give in and see what it feels like to have a period party. I always need a new dress for party so this simply means that every time I get my period I shall indeed go shopping for a new dress. This makes me feel better for about 5 minutes and many months of having a period party means I’m accumulating a large number of party frocks. I don’t want a party frock, I want a bloody maternity frock