Tuesday, August 25, 2009

The Stupid Shit We Talk About when Noone Is Around, #78

Danielle's Official Dark Minion Name has been changed to: She Who Prepares The Way For The One Who Cuddles.

I would, of course be: The One Who Cuddles.


Yes. THIS is what we talk about...

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Maybe Baby, Not Maybe, Baby

As you may have heard, D and I are trying to get +1, also known as pregnant. This is our first month trying and we are a week into the process. We have another 5 - 7 days before we will have any idea if things are progressing. In the interim, we have begun calling our possible blastocyst "Maybe Baby". If we are currently +1, today +/- would be the day that uterine wall attachment would begin. I am a TOTAL Tard! I am convinced I can feel a small stitch in my left side indicating that attachment is actually happening. Uh-huh. Sure. Right. Delusional Much? But the imagination is a super powerful thing, ya know.

Also, this week, I was contacted by my ex, Chris. He is an awesome fella, just wasnt the right guy for me, I was also not the right gal for him. He has also met a woman and recently married, and I have D so it all worked out. But Chris was a really great guy, really and truly. And I miss the banter and such that he and I used to have. It in NO WAY compares to the tarded banter of D and I, but still. I Miss Him.

I see Chris occasionally on Yahoo IM and he sent me a message, which is rather rare with the whole strainieness of our communications, but hooray it happened. Thing is, he sent me a one liner while I was off line that simply said, "You are trying to get pregnant?" It seemed like a simple, no strings attached question, but I knew, or rather feared that there was a bibles worth of subtext in the simple question.

You see, he really wanted children, I was SUPER dead-set against it. It was almost a deal-breaker in the early stages of our relationship, I was so against it. He also took the ending of our relationship very hard and it took him a long time to not totally hate me. Then, to hear that I am wanting to and trying to get +1 ... well ... I was worried.

It seems to be that he was just genuinly interested and congratulatory. So, yay. No Internet daggers flying into my eyes. But, it really brings home for me the things I used to want, the things I used to hold dear, and how those priorities have shifted. Drastically.

It is a little crazy. Really.