An anxious weekend passed by with the worry / wonder of whether or not the planet was going to be graced with the arrival of another Mini me.
Shocked and stunned were we both when her regular as clockwork menstrual cycle failed to turn up, you can usually programme your video to its punctuality. Friday rapidly turned into Monday and still no need for jam rags.
Monday night, wonderment and a need to be put out of our misery found me in Sainsburys looking for something for her to p1ss into..... I put down the ice cream cornets and made my way to the pharmacy
Clear blue was the weapon of choice and they were on offer 'two for one'
After a small amount of nervous banter with the girl on the checkout I made my way to the good ladies work place and handed her my 'in need of diluting gift'
With an uncertain and slightly ill at ease grin she vanished into the lavs. I went to the gents next door and looked at my old boy and gave him a dressing down for being careless. I could hear her next door p1ssing like a race horse, a faint lady 'toot' popped out and it brought a smirk to my chops.
I was subconsciously thinking to my self 'No matter what the result mate, grab her and give her a hug' but be careful in case she's p1ssed on her hand
She came out of the loo, and we made our way into the kitchen to put the kettle on and await the word from the square window.
She already knew the result when she looked at me with a look of horror in her eyes..... for a good five seconds I was convinced I has another mini me swilling round inside her.
Laughter and relief took over but not before she flicked the remaining moisture from the end catching me right on the lip, I did the duty good egg thing and gave her a big kiss.
There was still a slight shadow of doubt though, this was late o clock and youâre supposed to use your first sugar puff p1ss on it. With this in mind we hid the second test away and got on with the week.
This afternoon whilst tucking into 'greggs finest pastries' she vanished to to the loo, when she came back she whispered in my ear that she'd got redcurrant jelly oozing from her socket.
I'd kind of got used to the idea of the situation and although relieved I couldn't help but feel a slight amount of disappointment.
My dilemma now is that we have a surplus test, but the packaging is still intact. Apart from a faint smell of wee and a 'not pregnant' sign in the window you'd never know.... I can think of better things to spend £13.95 on
Am I justified in returning the product, or should I get a preggers lady to p1ss on it and scare my Mum and dad senseless?
What she doesn't know is that I bought a pair of edible shreddies from the tacky Anne Summers shop this afternoon and once she's parked her Menstrual cycle I'm gonna plate her for a week through them, then make sweet love to her botty
Shocked and stunned were we both when her regular as clockwork menstrual cycle failed to turn up, you can usually programme your video to its punctuality. Friday rapidly turned into Monday and still no need for jam rags.
Monday night, wonderment and a need to be put out of our misery found me in Sainsburys looking for something for her to p1ss into..... I put down the ice cream cornets and made my way to the pharmacy
Clear blue was the weapon of choice and they were on offer 'two for one'
After a small amount of nervous banter with the girl on the checkout I made my way to the good ladies work place and handed her my 'in need of diluting gift'
With an uncertain and slightly ill at ease grin she vanished into the lavs. I went to the gents next door and looked at my old boy and gave him a dressing down for being careless. I could hear her next door p1ssing like a race horse, a faint lady 'toot' popped out and it brought a smirk to my chops.
I was subconsciously thinking to my self 'No matter what the result mate, grab her and give her a hug' but be careful in case she's p1ssed on her hand
She came out of the loo, and we made our way into the kitchen to put the kettle on and await the word from the square window.
She already knew the result when she looked at me with a look of horror in her eyes..... for a good five seconds I was convinced I has another mini me swilling round inside her.
Laughter and relief took over but not before she flicked the remaining moisture from the end catching me right on the lip, I did the duty good egg thing and gave her a big kiss.
There was still a slight shadow of doubt though, this was late o clock and youâre supposed to use your first sugar puff p1ss on it. With this in mind we hid the second test away and got on with the week.
This afternoon whilst tucking into 'greggs finest pastries' she vanished to to the loo, when she came back she whispered in my ear that she'd got redcurrant jelly oozing from her socket.
I'd kind of got used to the idea of the situation and although relieved I couldn't help but feel a slight amount of disappointment.
My dilemma now is that we have a surplus test, but the packaging is still intact. Apart from a faint smell of wee and a 'not pregnant' sign in the window you'd never know.... I can think of better things to spend £13.95 on
Am I justified in returning the product, or should I get a preggers lady to p1ss on it and scare my Mum and dad senseless?
What she doesn't know is that I bought a pair of edible shreddies from the tacky Anne Summers shop this afternoon and once she's parked her Menstrual cycle I'm gonna plate her for a week through them, then make sweet love to her botty
