We feel better.
The break is actually happening, in real life instead of hypothetically.
I am less obsessed with TTC. Each day more TTC-ness gets chipped away. Fewer thoughts about it, less stress about PKD. He is coming over tonight for dinner, and I didn’t clean as well.
There is no salad course.
It is a bit sad but I do feel like:
‘dude, if you are maybe not giving us your sperm, maybe I won’t make you poached pears with whipped cream…maybe you just get a bakery cinnamon bun that I put in the toaster over…or maybe you get no friggin dessert at all’.
This was a real thought. And really I have no dessert planned. ‘F’ him.
Hah! I am such a nutter. Anyhoo, I’m feeling like there is some hope and using this donor is not the only way we can have a great baby. Phew.
P.S. Um, remind me of all this relaxedness when they actually say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ in a few months…because we all know that the sup sup crying will return, either for joy or sadness.
P.P.S. We’ll see about the blogging thing, if I can do it whilst remaining less stressed and less obssessed, I will continue. If not I’ll stop for a month and return when I am able to regulate myself. Jeebus, it sounds like I’m a blogging alcoholic.