Dearest Sprout: Your Daddy has started to call you Little Bit, a name we used to call you before Groot came into our lives. Forgive me if I change your name from here on out. I want Daddy to be comfortable with what we call you until you have your forever name. The calendar says … Continue reading Letters to the Editor, part IV.
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Doing the Safety Dance.
It's currently five minutes to 8:00am here in the greater Seattle metro area. I've held on to this secret of ours for five days now. I have called SRM and left a message for my coordinator, I've also emailed them. Currently, only our financial backers know the score... I had to tell SOMEONE other than … Continue reading Doing the Safety Dance.
Timing is everything.
This is one bit of conventional wisdom that isn't a lie. I've fucked myself, royally, I'm afraid and while I wait for phone calls to help me (or not)... all I can do is expel my anxiety by writing. There's a checklist of things that have to be done for a "Therapeutic Donor Insemination". We … Continue reading Timing is everything.
Deserving of this?
I wrote on the Book of Face today that I've officially packed too much into a seven day period of time. One week ago today, I was reveling in relief that the doctor who will (WILL) monitor the progress of my Maybe Baby was supportive and ready to take me on. By that evening, I … Continue reading Deserving of this?
Peace of pace.
What a week it's been. What I thought was going to be my drama in the last space of time turned out to have been given more power than I needed to. It's typical of me and you'd think I'd learn, but I am who I am. Since our last episode... (I'm a goof.) Last … Continue reading Peace of pace.
Social landmines ahead.
My counselor is very fond of telling me to increase my self-care. Read: my counselor is sick to death of reminding me that self-care is important. The trouble is, self-care usually feels selfISH to me. Eat better (try to control emotional binge eating, talk it out instead) Exercise (snort) Journal (does this count) Sleep Hygiene … Continue reading Social landmines ahead.
I have… issues.
It's been growing all weekend; this ball of anxiety and sadness that won't be named. I can't find the source. When I can't find the source, there is no treatment for it. When you have a tooth ache, you either give it antibiotics, fill the hole, extract the root, or pull the tooth. I can't … Continue reading I have… issues.
