Still not pregnant. On the upside, now I can go to the dentist and the doctor and get myself properly sorted. Compared to Jam's preconception work, I have felt awfully fly-by-night. It will be good to know I've done everything I need to --- that I've earnt the pregnancy.
And I don't feel the need to totally abandon all the healthy living just because this month didn't work. In fact, I've added to my Self-Denial, like any good Catholic. So far, I'm off alcohol and coffee and now I've added Crap Food to that list. No more chocolate (it really was the Fuel That Got Us Moved, I have to say), cake, chips or crazy convenience food. It's now time to rediscover vegetables. Seriously. I know. It's madness. Next thing I'll be exercising.
Maybe it was actually the effects of sugar on a vagina's pH that kept me safe from unwanted pregnancy all those heterosexual years. (I'm sure that the Obsessive Contraception didn't hurt, either.) Certainly it's been a staple since escaping my mum's Pantry of Health.
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