This TWW is loooooooooooooooong.
It is like the first TTW all over again. I am always so unproductive while waiting.
I chart stare. I read blogs. The shitty weather doesn’t help either. Now I don’t even have to leave the house.
It just seems like it should work for us, fresh sperm and all (with such a track record, those boys can SWIM). But we have to wait a whole week.
This wait is complicated by, but surprisingly not made weird or competetive by, the fact that WTF is pregnant! For fucks sake those folks have some powerful fertility. It’s just having a baby that lives…I know I should be terrified for her, but I’m not. I’m super happy.
We have a week to wait to see if we are also knocked up. I should have all kinds of witty jokes to make about this CRAZY situation, but I got nothin’.
I can’t believe you, my kind readers, are all being so calm about this situation. I have thankfully received zero “concerned” emails, and everyone we have told IRL is really happy for us and grateful that WTF and Rocket Man stepped in to help.
Just for the sake of being realistic though, can we just stop and ponder this situation for a minute:
One of my best friends, who has had 3 baby disasters, two within the lat 10 months, just helped her husband donate sperm to us during the same month that she is trying to get pregnant, for the SIXTH time with a baby that lives, and if S is pregnant too the babies will have due dates exactly one week apart, but will not be raised as half siblings in any way because all parties think of Rocket Man as just the donor in addition to being good family friends, and two weeks ago they were neither our donors nor a part of blog land.
It amazes me every day that this just feels totally normal. Kooky pants.