We are starting a little bit to come up with a game plan for not getting a baby out of either of us. It involves going overseas and shit like that. Maybe fostering. We are not giving up- and just quietly a lot of people let go of what they really want and stop clutching and gripping so darn hard and then it comes to them.
I have started to let go -ever so slightly. This is a mental, spiritual practice. Let it be known I am still sucking fresh warm jizz into a five mill plactic syringe at least 10 times a month. Not the syringe I melted on the stove. That has been replaced.
We are also talking about methods, and possibly looking into changing them, but not dramatically. Since I was able to get pregnant so easily a friend suggested if things don't work out getting KT preggas, we get me preggas and then implant KT with the zygote or whatever it would be then before my body rejects it. Now isn't that a great case of making lemonade. We do seem to be lemons in a couple of ways. But actually that idea sounds hard and I'm sick of hard. If we switch to me it will be after I have been prepped and herbed up for several months and hopefully infallible.
You'll notice there have not been many posts in recent months. Some people are terrific writers when they are depressed or down. I am just a snide bitch -a state that adds some colour (blue) to the posts but is generally crap to read. Or I am a boring turd which leeches all colour from the writing and mixes metaphors like a stick blender.
There have been lots of other things happening. Recently I taught a nine year old dwarf improvisation, for example.
