GPs are a joke. Mine led me to believe that an abortion could be done in half a day. He told me that all I had to do was go to the hospital and they'd give me a tablet and monitor me and that would be it. No such luck. I went in yesterday at 8:50am with a nice full bladder (because thats what you have to have for an ultrasound, which is what they do before killing off the foetus, apparently). I got messed around and moved to different wards, and eventually got told I would be having a TV scan, which is even less lovely than an ultrasound. I won't go into details.
After that I was up and down and in and out while they checked things like weight and blood pressure, and then I was informed that I had to come back for the tablet which caused everything to stop growing, and then three days later I had to go back in to have another tablet to bring on a miscarriage. So it wasn't as easy as everyone had said. Even worse, they keep me in for obs and I have to use bedpans only whenever I go the loo so they can examine what comes out - ew.
So I've scheduled myself back in for Tuesday so it won't disrupt my weekend. Ha ha.
Meanwhile, the boyf is on holiday with the lads. He was upset because I picked the earliest possible appointment, which I knew would be when he was away, but as I said to him - what good is he in a women's clinic? What is he going to do - hold my hand?? I think he's done enough already. However, he promised to call and text every day, and started sending 'I miss you' texts when he was still at the airport. Which is great, considering I've hardly heard from him since. I had one message to say he'd arrived safely, and then a voicemail in  the middle of the morning yesterday (not before my appointment, wishing me luck, which is what anyone else would've done) informing me that he'd run out of credit but would call me later. And that was the last I heard from him. Considering he thought I was having the full abortion yesterday, I think that's a little cold, don't you?

I think it's safe to say that the relationship is headed the same way as his unborn child. Down the pan.

Anyway, I did manage to have a little fun at the weekend. I had an horrendous night in work on Saturday, but then went round to see L, who I haven't been intimate with for far too long. After chatting he invited me to bed, as we were both tired, and we cuddled up and dozed off. Sunday morning was not so tame - we threw each other around the bed a fair bit, and by god I felt what it was like to be kissed and caressed with real PASSION!! I mean, is it too much to ask to have wild, wanton, passionate frolics every now and then? We still haven't slept together yet, but 5 minutes rolling around with him is much more desirable than half an hour with the boyf. And I say half an hour idealistically - these days he can barely last 5 minutes...
Alas though, L has since given me the cold shoulder. I think he has discovered that a few girls see him as 'a catch', and is having fun playing the field. Let him. After the amazing 'lip service' (ahem) I paid him, he'll soon change his tune...

So, that about brings me up to date. I only wish that I was in the sun and not stuck in my office typing!