the waiting place

lesbian baby making is a funny process... as is sitting and waiting for the time to take a pregnancy test when you're a neurotic hypochondriac. i've been bloated, tired, thirsty, averse to cigarettes, and bloated. and bloated. and pooping like it's my job (sorry, but it's true.)

that said, i'm on vacation and if i had to have the back of my mind occupied with 'am i, am i not' fire island is an amazing place to be doing it. that's all. i'm not so chatty (bloggy?) right now, just wanted to have everything noted.

nobody knows - a welcoming entry...or apology...you decide...

i tend to either be secretive or tell way more than i intended to...my chemistry doesn't seem to allow for any in between. this blog is intended to allow me to continue with my tendencies during what promises to be a complicated little journey into motherhood. i'm keeping this all pretty secret for a while, partially because i'm jewish...and we do that...but mostly cause i feel like people are going to judge me for making this decision while i'm not in the most fiscally appropriate time in my life to have a baby. i'm also not entirely into dealing with questions about the 'how's' and 'who's' of my donor...not to mention the fact that lesbians can't get married, and it seems that both my donor and my fiancée will be screwed in terms of the law and this baby. it all makes me exhausted just to think about it. i wonder if i really will end up writing about it...heh...

anyway readers...i'm pregnant!!...(or will be when you read this)