Today, The Wife is NOT OK.
KD left work early to go home and call her (remember, she’s in another state). He thinks that this is definitely not a “no” conversation, just that they need to work out some issues in their own relationship surrounding donorship. He thinks none of this would be happening if she were here and not 1,000 miles away.
But she is, and here we are. In queasy stomach limbo. I hate queasy stomach limbo. Hate it.
I feel up in the air again. I cannot tell you how badly I want this to work out, but at the sperm bank you pay for them to screen for you, and deal with all of the logistics so that you just get a popsicle which helps you make a baby. It is looking mighty attractive at the moment.
I’m just tired, ya know?