... Road

And now we're back. Welcome, reader(s). Let me tell you a story. There was once a woman who had everything: a lover who loved her, more friends than she could count, and a flawed and fabulous family. She wanted for nothing, except a child ...

We are living an archetype, just like the stepmother thing we've watched come true over at the bripps place. This is pure and elemental and largely about biology. We are out of control because we're supposed to be. We are responding to pressure (emotional and physical pressure) in entirely cliched ways. Your ovaries have shut up shop and I can't stop nagging. And on a more specifically personal level: you're drifting off and I'm trying to tie you down.

Are we going to let a cliche win?! No! Stand with me, my jammy friend. We cannot lose because we already have the Number One prize: Us. Let's get this right, so that whether or not there's a Bundle of Joy at the end of it all, there's still Us (and Donor Dad).

Remember what's important and keep it safe.