In bed this morning, Mr H had the temerity to complain that I had not shaved my legs. 'Please don't cuddle me,' he implored. 'When you wrap your legs around mine, it feels like you're stabbing me with hundreds of tiny needles.'
I managed to resist the temptation to load up a syringe of saline solution and stick him there and then. Instead, I brandished my IVF goody bag at him and shrieked, 'How would you like to find out how it REALLY feels to be stabbed with hundreds of tiny needles?'
I guess I can now add irritability to the list of side effects from which I am suffering.