love, life, and the pursuit of liberation
today (wednesday) is 14 dpo and i’m pretty sure i’m not pregnant. i tested tuesday and still another not pregnant and i feel my period getting ready to start.
such is life.
we’re currently trying to figure out what’s next for us. we know we’re going to do a cycle 3 with this donor, but had anticipated switching to a friend of A’s after that. of course, he bailed today. he has a new girlfriend who doesn’t want “his child” (wtf??) to be an issue with their future kids. did i mention that they are a newish couple, are no where near engaged, nor are planning kids? but whatever. she “won” and now he’s thinking about his “kids” with us. um no buddy. that was never the agreement. uncle, yes. godfather, sure. daddy, HELL TO THE NAW (in the famous words of whitney houston). so we’re not dealing with his wishy washiness and said fuck it, don’t worry about it.
so now to figure out plan C. i really, really don’t want to go the medicated route at all. i already feel a bit sad that having a baby is so medicalized because we’re lesbians, but i feel like going the clomid, and all that route adds insult to injury FOR ME. i have no issues with what other women choose to do with their bodies. none whatsoever. i just really don’t want to have to do this.
we’ll see what’s in the cards. in the meantime, i need to work on my affirmations.