Dear Pissonastick reader(s),

I have not read or written upon this blog in I do not know how long. It has been a very long time. The other lovely one has and I spank her for that. Gosh...what a time it has been. My crafty anaolgy for us trying to become mothers these last two years and one month is that first the rug was pulled out from under us, like 3 times, and then, more recently, the floorboards were ripped away. What will become of us and the floor metaphor (metafloor?)? Too many questions. We are kissing the dirt. (falling down the mountain).

Some options of answers-

a- we will die.

b-we will live, and we will never have a baby.

c-we will live, and we will also have a baby.

It seems a lot to ask when you put it like that, and it is.

ANYWAY- We have some PEOPLE...some MEN who might be into donating sperm and being the guy. The Father to our children. We might not know for a while and we've only got official interest from one guy, but we have put it out there to a couple others. We need to check the couple of others out so we know we're making a well thought-out decision.

It has been an odd time. And a sad time. There have been rejections. There have been very awkward phonecalls. There have been "I'll let you know"s that have turned into not being let know at all, which has left us a little miffed and a little embarressed. There have been beautiful, drunk girlfriends offer their partner's sperm. There have been beautiful, sober girlfriends offer their own, if they had any. There have been friends at dinner grabbing paper and writing names on it and promising to make phonecalls. There has been some good shit from those who get it. Or a bit get it. Some folks are great and it makes a difference.

So we'll see how some of those phonecalls turned out-hopefully in the near future and we'll keep you posted.