The day Daisy accidentally flushes her engagement ring down the toilet she decides this could be a very bad omen for her marriage. Her husband Tom, once a successful business consultant, has been chronically depressed since his predictions of doom and gloom as the Y2K bug hit failed to materialise. The shed's so full of tins of baked beans he can't even get in there any more. Worse yet, Daisy's still not pregnant, despite trying every get-pregnant-quick scheme - Chinese herbs, acupuncture, weird-smelling teas. Yoga, Reiki, food combining, dairy-free diets, taking her temperature, sex in the morning ('more effective'), sex at 4pm ('peak fertility time'), and abstaining ('to build more vigorous sperm'). Sex standing up, lying sideways, and upside down, fertility crystals for resting on the belly, giving up coffee and alcohol, switching to boxer shorts. You name it. And even though Tom has grudgingly gone along with all her schemes, Daisy worries his heart just isn't in it any more. Finally she persuades him they must enter the IVF program. But she has no idea how life is about to sandbag her...