Suspicion

Mr Married Man’s wife is become suspicious. She has been asking who keeps BBMing him, who is it he’s talking to? I don’t know what he answered to this. But I have been told not to message him. So I’ve stopped, unless he messages me first. I wasn’t messaging him constantly or anything like that, I’m not a complete stalker. Just the occasional. But with blackberrys, there’s that bloody red flashing light. The tell tale sign. So if I message and he hasn’t read it. She can see someone messaged him.

I tried to ask him what was happing as to them separating. I didn’t word my question very well. Well, he didn’t word what he said very well.

Mr Married man said the plan is that when I’m pregnant he’ll move out and we’ll move in together.
I took this as he was going to do feck all before then.
So you say now’s not the right time, so what are you doing with the time that you have if the plan starts when I’m pregnant?
He didn’t correct me, he got mad. As usual.

He started ranting. I wasn’t paying that much attention. Something along the lines of how the fuck do you know that I’m not doing anything now? I have started, I’ve talked to her about it. What do you want, daily fucking updates? Too much swearing. I couldn’t be bothered to listen.

In fact yes, I would like to be updated. I would like to know where I stand, and what is going on. I didn’t say that though. I let him calm down, and said sorry.

I’m now keeping messages at a minimum. If I could, I’d stop all together.

I’m starting to hate technology. It ruins phone calls, letters, and actually seeing people.
I still love twitter, that doesn’t count.

Doctor Doctor

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I put on my brave face and went to the Dr’s this morning.

When I arrived I saw the nurse who I had the introduction with, she was very nice and welcoming and made me feel a bit more at ease.

I taped in on the touch screen computer, in my doctors in the sticks we had bits of plastic with numbers half peeling off them It told me there was a 21 minute delay! Not a good start. I looked around, no where to sit. It was packed. I hate packed places.

I stood around. My name came up on the board. I felt a bit like I was in Argos when it calls you up. We don’t have a posh board in the sticks either, just a dull light. I didn’t tell me which room to go to. Not helpful. The Dr came and called me.

I told him the situations, that the other evil doctors wouldn’t give me my pills anymore and we had a little chat. He was actually quite nice. He took my blood pressure again, although I only had this done 3 days before, just to check. He had to do it 3 times, are you stressed? Yes. But that’s a story for another day.

He gave me my prescription, and said I needed to make another appointment for 3 months time for another check up then I can have more pills. Maybe if I try and book my appointment now, there may be a slot available by then.

So now I have a piece of paper. Which I somehow have to turn into my pills.

Whilst I was in the waiting room, I had the little lady with me. I said I wasn’t going to mention my occupation, so shall keep this brief. A lady was watching her and interacting. I love people who do this. I smiled at her nicely.

How old is she?
Nearly 16 months
Aww, mine would have been that age

My heart sank, and I actually felt like crying.

Some people passed, and some were called by Doctors.

She looked across at me again
I miscarried
I’m sorry, I whispered.

I could see the sadness in her eyes. What an awful thing to have to go to.

A Boy Who Loves A Girl recently shared their story of losing their baby.

It made me aware of what so many women have to go through, and that not every baby makes it to the 12 week scan.

Contraception Fail

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Someone has got it in for me this month.

I know I said I would leave it down to fate, but this is taking the piss.

To recap how much I’m failing this month:

Took 3 pills at once and threw up. That’s protection gone.

Had sex, took morning after pill. Didn’t throw it up.

Had sex, used pull out method. Only Mr Married Man didn’t pull out. Can’t take morning after pill twice in a month.

Took pills properly for 7 days, protection back.

Had sex. Few days later threw up again. Protection gone.

So I am SO close to the end of the packet, not that many of the pills stayed in my system for long. I need more pills now. I didn’t change my Dr since moving to London, so my mum posts my contraception to me. Just incase everything goes tits up and I move back home.

I rang the Drs. Receptionist always sounds grumpy. I don’t like Dr’s. Thats also probably something to do with why I didn’t change.

She said I can’t have my pills, because I need a blood pressure test and I last had one in 2010. I can’t go home for a blood pressure test. I’m screwed.

I now need to register to a Dr down here, and beg for some more pills.

I’m slightly ruining my idea of fate now. Because most of this is my fault. Or someone up there just wants me to get pregnant.

Beware What You Google

Beware what you google, because you may just find my blog!

I love looking at the search refers, because sometimes if you find my blog, it is completely just not what you’re looking for.

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mistress please shit in my mouth

This has the most hits! Sorry, but I am not going to shit in your mouth. I think you should be searching for psychiatrists

mistress mummy/ mistressmummy/ mistress-mummy/ mommy mistress
It is I… Unless you were looking for a mistress to suck on your tits?

sexwife
I’m not quite sure what a search like this is looking for. I get the sex, he has the wife. Could be what you wanted.

brown uggs
You like Uggs, you are welcome :)
Shoes day Tuesday; Uggs

letter to santa
You were probably a bit disappointed by my confessions
Letter To Santa

shortcut for mistress
There’s a shortcut to getting a Mistress? Oh, that would be the alcohol I guess..
My Story

what a mistress buys her married man for christmas
Wasn’t just me panicking about this… unless thats his wife searching that. and now hunting around the house for the items?
It’s The Time Of The Year For Shopping!

a funny letter to a mistress
Why would you want a funny letter to a Mistress? ‘Dear Mistress, She knows. Pack up the lube and run.’

santa letter via email
Not just me slacking on the traditional writing a letter ;)
Letter To Santa

mistress red
Na, that’s not me
Mistress

when do men grow up
They don’t!
When Do Men Grow Up?

cheeky lady
Why, thank you ;) *bursts out singing Cheeky girls*

falling for a marries
Easily done!
Never Fall For A Married Man

mistress uggs
You either were looking for a mistress in Uggs… or saw I had a post about them. Fess up ;)
Shoes day Tuesday; Uggs

mistress left me on christmas day
I’m intrigued by this one! Sorry to hear that. I want to know your story. Did she wait until you’d exchanged presents?

mistress baby nursery
Do Mistress’s decorate their nurseries different to everyone else then?

dont be so naive
Indeed.
Don’t Be So Naive

i want my friend as sex mistress
Keep dreaming, that’s never going to happen. The problem there is ‘friend’, at best, you could have friends with benefits

mistress
Yes?
Mistress

xmas drunk
Oh that was definitely me! Comments from my sister of You dance like you’re in a strip bar made it worth it ;)
She Must Be Drunk

www sister& brother sex tube.com
Sorry, What?! Incest? We have none of that on here thank you

foto mistress gallery
I bet you were very disappointed with the photo’s you found!
The Gallery; My Awesome Photo

mistress took me to ann summers
Yes! Good on her. We should be friends ;)
Foreplay… Whats that?

The Morning After the Afternoon Before

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Go on, shout it at me ‘I told you so’ I give you permission, because you did.

I was just a little bit too stubborn to listen. So at 00:38 and 2:00 am this morning there I was throwing up my whole days consumption.. of a diet coke and three pills. And swearing a little bit on twitter. My apologies.

So I’ve been messaging Mr Married Man all day about my slight mishap. So you’re saying you forgetting your pills and then throwing up isn’t fate? It’s not fate, it’s my stubbornness. I knew if I took 3 pills I’d get sick. But stupidly I still did it.

I could just not take the morning after pill and have a baby due 27th September. I could go to Paris, get engaged and get a flat with Mr Married Man.

The only thing really stopping me is my sisters wedding, and my family. He knows this. My Grandma’s health is not getting any better, and if I were to get pregnant I think it would be the end of her.

I know how much he wants us to have a baby, but he’s still telling me to take the morning after pill as he knows it’s not the right time for me. See, he’s not a bad guy after all. He even offered to pay for it.

I wish I could just stop taking pills altogether. They drive me crazy, make me cry too much and make me think stupid things. I have had a headache all day, but won’t take tablets for it, because I’ve had enough of them.

I think you know the right thing to do, so go and get the morning after pill now. We’ve got plenty of time for this baby, and when you’ve planned for it on your side

So I have the morning after pill, and going to see Mr Married Man for a chat before taking it. Plus side affects involve vommiting, so he can hold my hair back if that happens ;)

At £25 it isn’t cheap, but worth it for peace of mind, for now

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That Little Thing I Forgot..

That little thing I forgot… That would be my pills. Whoops.

I was on the ‘break’ part, so didn’t need them til today. They were in my handbag ready, then I decided I didn’t want to take the handbag so put everything into another bag. Except the pills in the zipped compartment. Bollocks.

Now I know I said if an accident happened it would be fate. Mr Married Man mentioned this when I told him I forgot them. I’m not calling me forgetting my pills as fate, I’m calling that me being a bloody idiot.

I’m returning home Wednesday morning, so I’m hoping if I take three pills then it should be fine. But maybe not.

What do you think?

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Do Men Ever Grow Up?

Men are actually infuriating.

Mr Married Man has spat his dummy out again. It’s actually rather hard to have an argument on BBM. I get his messages, but mine send with a 20 minute delay. So he doesn’t get my replies for 20 minutes. And then it decided to send them in the wrong order. Or not at all. Yay. Blackberry, I hate you.

I like to speak my mind, because otherwise I will have something stuck in my mind, and it will grow into something completely insane. So I said it. Somtimes it seems like you only want me for a baby. Everything just seems to be about a baby nowadays. He replied I want you, and I want us to be together, and because of that I want us to have a baby IF you do too Good answer. But he couldn’t just stop there. This turned into the most hurtful thing I had ever said to him apparently. That I was accusing him. That I had called him some weirdo. That I’m horrible to him. That I have too many doubts and concerns about him and his motivations. Motivations? It sounds like a murder enquiry now.

Mr Married Man has now decided May if far too soon, and 2013 is the earliest a baby is going to happen. Notice I said Mr Married Man has decided. I don’t even get a say in this anymore.

At least he thinks we’ll still be together in 2013. That’s a long way away.
But if I’m so horrible to him, then why would he want to be with me?

I wanted to finish my Christmas shopping finished this morning. I only have until tomorrow morning, then I’m pretty much screwed. I can’t face going out yet though, I’m all puffy eyed. Not attractive. I also need to pack for going home.

I just want to crawl back into bed and start the day again. I don’t wish for it to be tomorrow, because time is needed at the moment. Christmas has crept up on me, and I don’t like it one bit.

I hate crying still, it’s pointless. But at least it shows I care more about this than I thought.

I asked my friend a question:

This morning I had a loving boyfriend who wanted to have a family with me and give me everything I could ever want. Am I crazy for wanting a baby with him, or crazy for throwing it all away?

The reply

Love makes people do crazy things, Mistress Mummy. It’s not something I can answer, its for you to decide. You need to decide if he makes you happy more than he makes you sad

I can’t find the comment, but someone else also suggested I write a list of Pro’s and Con’s. I saw this done on an episode of Friends. Ross did it about Rachel. She found it, and it didn’t end well. So I’m slightly put off that idea.

I guess I’ll just have to wait and see what he decides yet

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2012; New Year, New Mind

I hate new years resolutions. I can never think of anything good, or stick to it.

I wrote a post the other day, published it, looked at it again and deleted. I would never be able to stick to the things.

I asked Mr Married Man for some advice. He gave me these:

1. Stop taking contraption
2. Have sex more than once in a day with my boyfriend
3. Get pregnant asap

1. Not until May.
2. How dare I only have sex with him once when I last saw him? Possible for the first time it hasn’t been more than that.
3. Not until May.

So shall ignore his suggestions.

I wanted something that would change my outlook, rather than physical changes.

So far I have these…

*Don’t be pressured into things
*Do what makes me happy
*Don’t worry so much
*Be myself
*Smile

I shall try my best to stick to these, and perhaps add a few more along the way.

What are your New Years Resolutions? And do you think you’ll be able to stick to them?

Inspired by Mrs Slummy Mummys Anti-Resolution

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Wind Up Merchant

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It doesn’t take much for me to get wound up over something, and for an idea to get stuck into my head. Then it won’t go away.

I’ve been feeling a bit sick recently, not as in ill. But just after I have a drink, or some food, I feel sick. Or if I’m on a hot bus I feel faint and have to get off. I have headaches, feel very tired and occasional cramps. These have just started occurring in the last few weeks. Oh, and as well as my stupid stomach expanding and that week of random hormonal crying.

I just put that down to putting the pill together.

But then the teasing started You don’t think you’re pregnant do you? No.
I knew I wasn’t. But the thought built up in my head. I looked at the caffeine and alcohol I was consuming and thought on the 1% chance (or however much it is) that I am, I could be hurting it. It’s the Christmas season though, and alcohol is necessity to survive the ‘family’ holidays.

I saw Mr Married Man last night to exchange Christmas presents. The card he got me says Merry Christmas From The Bump and he’s added ‘(to be)’. He’s thinks he’s funny. The present; a lovely necklace from Links London with three circles inside each other, to represent our family to be.

I’ll get you a pregnancy test if you’re that worried. I didn’t want one. I knew it would be negative and I’d look silly.

My best friend from home came to visit today, I told her the situation. Come on, we’ll get a test then you can stop worrying, if you are, I want to be Godmother though! So we got the test, and she spent the rest of the day trying to make me drink more. I still knew I was being silly. Lets bet on it, I think it will be negative. She thought negative too. I have never had to concentrate on weeing so much! One line appeared, negative. It was negative wasn’t it, I can tell by the huge smile on your face.

I am no longer going to let silly thoughts take over my mind… but for when they do, I have another three tests ;)

I didn’t wait the full three minutes to see the results though, maybe I should try another. Or am I just being silly again?

To Pill, or Not To Pill

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As I mentioned before, I am not actually a mummy (yet). But one day, I’ll get there. At the moment, I’m known as an ‘honorary mummy’ in regards to my work.

Some people start their blog when their children are a few years old, some when they’re just born, and others when they’re pregnant. I thought I’d be different, as they say, the preconception is important too!

So this is my story, from scratch.

We have now been dating 53 days, So nearly two months. And after a few weeks of joking about, we’re onto the subject of having a baby. Now I know how crazy this sounds, I do. I am not some completely insane woman out to get pregnant by any man. Most of the time, he just likes winding me up, so I’ll wind him up back about it.

During sex last, he said ‘promise me you’ll stop taking the pill’. I of course said no. He said he just gets caught up in the whole manly instinct of wanting to impregnate women – only me, I might add. His manly instincts are to start a family, and he’s decided I’m the one he wants to with and he has never felt like this about anyone before.

Do you not think it would be amazing to be lying in bed, with me up against you, hands on our bump feeling our baby grow? You see, I’m in a difficult situation here because he’s right, that would be amazing. But I can’t just say ‘lets go for it’, because although my heart says yes, that would make The Fairytale come true, I think with my head not cock testosterone.

So for now, he has a private blog post to read explaining the reason why, for now, I can’t say yes. No matter how much I really wish I could.

He hasn’t read it yet, he’s busy at the moment. Honestly, I am actually scared about him reading it. I’m scared he’ll hate me for it. But we shall see.

I do believe in fate, and destiny, and all that mambo jambo though. So I said if we were to have an ‘accident’ (and I mean a real one, I would never mess up my pills on purpose or deceive him), then it’s meant to be and we will both be very happy it’s happened, if not, then we were meant to wait.

So the decision is now down to fate, lets see what it brings