Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Backlash!

It's the way progress works. You make three steps forward, you get pushed two steps back and you rejoice that you managed to keep at least one little step.

Friday we made huge steps in Washington State by saying that discrimination against queers in housing and employment is wrong.

Today we step backwards. Or at least threaten to. Tim Eyman, conservative idiot du jour who is responsible for the grave misuse of the intitiative process in my state, is stepping into the arena of anti-gay politics. He's sponsoring two initiatives: one to allow the voters to vote for or against the measure that was just passed by the legislature, the other would prevent the government from establishing quotas or preferential treatment based on "sexual orientation or sexual preference."

ASS.

If you are curious or have a lot of time to kill, here's a live blog of the debate over HB 2661. There are some nasty things said and some very supportive things.

Monday, January 30, 2006

New Pics

M. is really wondering why she bought me that 1 gb memory card! Meanwhile, I've decided I really like our new camera. It takes pretty pics.

More pics (some old, some new)

Aftermath, or Keeping a Strong Grip on the Zen

Sherman has left us.

My period started in full force yesterday afternoon. I'm still convinced the cramping during the previous two days was something, I just don't know what. When I had cramping yesterday it felt like my usual period cramping.

It was a tough night because sometimes you just have a tough night. To be expected. Now we get up, dust off and move onto the next cycle. We get to go through this all again in 1.5 weeks. Oh yay. At least we don't have to wait long.

In the meantime, I'm going to sit in a hot tub. And I took Aleve last night. HA. Take that kidneys. And I had a beer (left). Take that liver.

Lastly, a word of gratitude. It's hard to try to realize your dreams. Life rarely throws anyone a nice and smooth path. Neither of us could have gotten through our very first try without everyone here. At least we're finally trying and that little baby is out there somewhere.

::big hug::

Sunday, January 29, 2006

Zen but not so Zen

My temp has dipped again. But my period has NOT started yet. Another neg HPT (yes, I had to pee on the stick just for my own sanity). Still the same pattern of cramping and spotting. Is there still hope? Can a person dip three days in a row and still be pregnant? I really wish my stupid period would just rear its ugly head so we'd know what's going on. This limbo is driving me crazy.

If my period isn't here by tomorrow we're going in for a blood test. And if it is, I'm having my progesterone tested.

Operation Distract S&M. We're going to head to Costco. Go for a walk. I really wish I could call DtD and BF so we could all hang out but a) if I reveal how crazy my body is at the moment he's going to think I'm defective (hell, I'm starting to think I'm defective) and b) he worked last night and is back again tonight, so he's not really available. Doesn't he know he should be at my beck and call? Hmmmm? They're the only people I think I could handle seeing right now.

I've been thinking of all the good things about not being pregnant. No Libra baby. Another month to acrue my sick leave and vacation. I could get pregnant next month and still be able to take maternity over the holidays. It's not the end of the world to not be pregnant. The timing would actually be better for us. I could lose a little more weight. I have those thoughts in my Zen moments.

In my not-so-Zen moments I'm climbing the walls.

One bad thing. I planned a Valentine's brunch over the weekend we're supposed to insem. Actually, since we're trying to move the insems to the eve my images of having to insem then jump up and make a batch of muffins might be conjecture.

I'm off to check that spotting again. The theme of the weekend has been "I feel movement."

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Photo Friday - a day late

Calliope over at Erstellen has come up with the most awesome. idea. ever. Photo Friday. And since we just bought a new digi, and I love to take pictures, and I have Fridays off....

You get the picture.

The first Photo Friday is Facemask Friday. I don't have a current facemask picture to offer. Instead I will submit perhaps my favorite M. picture of all time. I think this is from 2002. And she really hates that I love it so. Because that means it will never die.

BTW, the mask is a French green clay mask that I think my grandmother might have used. I somehow got hold of it and used it up. So it's old school as well as exotic.

Okay, we tested early

I admit it. We were bad. Negative. M. is lying on the couch, moaning.

BUT...

My temp is currently HIGH. 99.3. Not that we should be randomly temping in the afternoon but it made us feel a little better. We insanely temped in the afternoon a few days ago I was low - 97.something.

I'm still spotting. Mostly brown. Twice bright red smears. Nothing all the way to my underwear. This continues to be unusual for me. I'm having cramping with the spotting. Again, not usual. I never cramp right away and this is concurrent with my spotting. Cramp. Spot. Cramp. Spot. It's a mini battle of the bands in my body: The Cramps vs. The Spots. Live at the Sachadome.

We're not giving up on little Sherman.

I'm going to beg now. Give me some hope, please. I need encouragement right now. Either way. I'd rather have a solid negative or positive. All this inbetween is driving me insane.

Other News
We bought a digi. A sweet little Nikon Coolpix 7600. It's definately not my baby (N60 SLR which I love) but it will do for taking pictures of my cats. Oh, and torturing y'all with them. And I promise when I'm actually with child I will show you all pics of my fat, fat tummy. Because fat girls deserve belly shots too.

Check 'em out!

Friday, January 27, 2006

Implantation Woes

I was going to write all about the historic passage of Washington States non-discrimination bill that happened today. M. and I were witness to two hours of arguments including stellar moments such as:
  • A senator telling the world how he wouldn't allow his lesbian daughter and her partner in his house.
  • Another stating that queers have nice cars. Ahem, where's MY nice car?
  • The assertion that because one's lesbian sister-in-law has a nice condo in Seattle non-discrimination laws for queers aren't really needed.
But enough about that. Because surprisingly enough, it's not my biggest news today.

Just before dinner I went to the bathroom and when I wiped (TMI) I noticed that my urine was slightly pink. Minutes later I felt the twinge of cramps. There it was. My period. Just as I expected. By the time dinner was over I was getting significant spotting and significant cramping. The dream was dead.

BUT WAS IT???????

If it's my period, it's TOO EARLY. And the cramps are gone. And the spotting has stopped. If i spot as much as I was tonight my period usually starts full force. I also never, ever, EVER have cramps that bad the day I start my period. I am very regular and it's always the second day of my period. And my cramps NEVER just go away. I'm usually doubled over in pain, pacing, barfing and considering going to the emergency room for a shot of demerol.

We're going to move the test date to Sunday.

No laughing allowed.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

All the little aches and pains

It really sucks! I'm discovering all the ways my body can ache since I can't take Aleve. I didn't realize how much I was relying on it. My insurance will cover acupuncture so I'm going to try it for pain management.

I've felt just fine and dandy for the last couple days. Not as gassy. A little tired but I had a hella bad day yesterday that wiped me out. My temp is still up but other than that I just don't feel pregnant. We've decided to test Monday so only three more days to go. It's starting to feel anticlimatic

DtD is doing well. Poor boys have been sick. I'm back down to my weekly phone call and things don't feel as crazy. We've sent him the insem schedule for the next three months.

We're going to Olympia (state capitol) tomorrow. Although WA State is progressive, we don't have a law that protects queers from discrimination. They've been trying to pass one for decades and it finally looks like it'll go through. M. and I are going to lend our voices to the cause.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

One week down, one to go...

We have officially settled on a strategy for testing. We are not allowing any HPTs into the house until the day we test. This way I will not be tempted to pee on a stick any time between now and then. I think the test date will be 1/31. Truthfully, I never go that long for my luteal phase so we may see my period before then.

JEBUS!!!!!

Calmer now.

Until then I only have two more shifts to work then I get my five day break. Yay! And we're having friends over for dinner tonight, which provides ample distraction. Tuesday is my day to play hause frau, so I've been spiffing up the abode and listening to my new LCD Soundsystem disc. Carrots, celery and low fat cheese on whole wheat toast for lunch. Now some meal planning, shower then grocery shopping. Take a walk with M. Call DtD at 1700, keep the conversation down to thirty minutes since our guests arrive at 1800.

That's my entire day in a nutshell. Good lord, I can't wait to have something to talk about besides the horrid 2WW.

Monday, January 23, 2006

Gym Bunny

Another new part of the two week wait torture. I now can't let my heart rate go above 140 at the gym. Because if my body gets too hot it might fry Blasty. And it SUCKS. M. is across the kitchen making little mocking noises indicating that I'm whining. As soon as I get that BFN I'm going to go kick that eliptical cycle's ASS.

The good part of keeping my HR down is the sheer effort seems to have worked the muscles in my legs and arms nicely.

On other topics, I've decided to have a Valentine's day potluck brunch and am SO stoked. I love to throw parties.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Going Crazy

I mean plumb fucking crazy.

I don't just officially hate the two week wait. I want to throw it on the ground, stomp it into a pulp, and yell at it a lot. I wish I could go to sleep and wake up ten days from now and just KNOW. I officially uber-crabbed at my poor, dear M. this morning because my stress levels are so, so high right now.

At least work is keeping me occupied, although it's been hard not to take my usual NSAID therapy (Aleve, Advil, etc....) I have a five year old ankle injury that still hurts and I usually use Aleve to keep it in check. I waited two days and finally took some Tylenol because I was hurting so bad. That didn't help my mood at all.

I am utterly and completely convinced I'm not pregnant. And it sucks.

We're having a normal night tonight. No looking for signs. No putting meaning into my little aches and pains, my bowel habits, my gassiness, my mood swings. Just me, M., and yummy dinner and Gray's Anatomy.

Peace to all our readers and much love for hanging in there with us through this.

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Q&A Part IV

Are DtD and BF expecting to be parents some day?
Yes

Do they want to adopt or use a surrogate (or donate to another couple?)
I've learned that there are gay men who are okay adopting and there are gay men who feel strongly that they want to use a surrogate. DtD and BF fall into the latter catagory. He and I talked about his desire to have children and how they would do it a long time ago. I think they would start their own Project Baby in a couple years.

I don't know if DtD would donate to another couple.

What are your thoughts on half siblings?
Yay! Half-sibs are great. Actually we stipulated in our contract that we'll be made aware of any half-sibs. Really, what is wrong with more family?

Do you really think DtD can keep this whole giant thing from his parents?
I don't know. I still haven't told my 'rents that M. and I went to North Carolina to check out UNC for a week right after graduating from college. That was 13 years ago. I think it can be done. I'm can't forsee the emotional toll. We have not dictated if he can or can't tell his family so it's totally his bidness.

If not, have you discussed if there would be any type of relationship allowed to develop?
We would have zero relationship develop. It's just the best way to keep things clear for our future child. I think if DtD were to come to us and say it was VERY important to him, MAYBE I would be open to DtD's mum meeting the kid as long as both M. and I were there. I'm pretty sure M. is NOT open to this and it would have to be okay with both of us to happen.


Please ask more questions if you have them. I'll answer anything.

The visible embryo

Something to help pass the time. The "visible embryo" is kind of cool. It shows all of the different stages of pg from conception on. I'm imagining what just might be going on inside there. Hmmmmm.

Take your blasty to work day

My temp is up again this morning. It's official, this cycle is different than all the others. We've decided I am definately Pregnant Until Proven Otherwise. And gassy, which has been proven many, many times.

I've decided to name Blasty. His name will be Sherman. The Sher-man and I will be going to work today on about 5.5 hours of sleep. Why so little sleep? Because I seem to have developed a 3:00 am peeing habit. Not happy about this.

And I've decided we will name that baby K. Fischer Evan D****** so we can call him K-FED. You know, after the lovely and charming husband of one Ms. Britney "elective c-section" Spears. Because really, like, who wants an ugly squished baby?

Friday, January 20, 2006

Q&A Part III

Where were you (Sacha) from before Seattle? (If anywhere)?
I grew up in Klamath Falls, a town in Southern Oregon from age 3.5 to 18. My family moved back to Washington State the day after I graduated from high school.

How often to you plan to see DtD when the baby comes?
Given our schedules and life in general, I think we'll see DtD and BF every few weeks once things calm down. That's about how much we saw him prior to Project Baby. We also have already told him we'll need some alone time with baby after the birth and he knows he'll need to back off. Truthfully, how often we'll see each other is one of the great unknowns in this situation.

Can you say more about his fantasy, versus your reality, contract, and agreement?
Yikes, this is a hard one. Here are some examples of DtD's fantasy:
  • When I first asked DtD his initial response was that we'd have to talk about it and figure out "visitation and other stuff." I immediately told him that we didn't want a coparent and there would be no visitation.
  • When we had the talk where he said "yes" he asked about his mother seeing the baby, stating that he might want her to see her "grandchild". He also referred to himself as "the father". We explained to him that he would be the donor.
  • When we put together the contract there was a sticking point on our intention to prevent DtD from seeing that baby for two months after the birth. We found out he'd expected to be present at the birth.
  • DtD talks about the future a lot and when he does he puts us all there. Me, M., BF, himself and the kids. This is what I call Big Happy Gay Family.
  • He has stated that he's creating an alternative family.
Our reality: In a way DtD has changed our reality. When we started Project Baby using a known donor I think I thought it would be all about the kid and giving the kid that connection. Because of DtD's Big Happy Gay Family approach, I'm realizing that we're going to get something out of it as well. I can't see exactly how it's all going to turn out but we really are creating an alternative family. There are still some unmutable expectations we have brought and those are reflected in the contract. We will be the sole decision makers for the child. We will decided whether or not DtD sees the child or not. We have also obligated ourselves to send him pictures and updates in the event that we do decide to withdraw contact. He will never refer to himself as the father or the child as his child. He has agreed to give up all his rights and that M. and I will be the parents. We have no obligation to have the child go to DtD and BF in the event of our deaths.

I still think DtD expects to be involved a little more than we expect him to. But I also think we'll all be able to figure this out and it will be clearer when that baby is here. Both M. and I are learning about being flexible. And we always have the inflexibility of that contract to fall back onto if we need it.

What do DtD and BF stand for?
He he. DtD stands for Dick the Donor, since his dick is truly the donor is this situation. BF is Dick the Donor's boyfriend.


More questions?

Q&A Part II

What did you do before you became a nurse?
I spent four years working in the computer department of an engineering firm. I was the department administrator which equals Jill of All Trades. It cured me of ever wanting a career in computers. Two of those years were happy. Two were unhappy but I knew I was getting out. I learned a lot from my unhappiness.

What are you planning in the way of childcare after the baby comes?
M. works part time and I have one funky-ass schedule. Between the two of us we'll be able to have one person home at all times. We're also both planning to take three months maternity leave each but not at the same time so we won't have to schedule juggle for six months. After that we'll see each other in the evenings and every other weekend. We're planning on putting the wee one into part time daycare after a year because we actually like seeing each other.

What made you choose to use a known donor instead of an anonymous one?
On the practical side of things it's easier to have fresh sperm, easier to get pregnant and cheaper than ordering from a sperm bank every month. M. agreed to this because I wanted it. I think she would be just as happy with a nice vial that arrives via Fed Ex every month. For me, I've always wanted to use a known donor but until DtD, never had a close enough relationship with someone where I saw possibility. I realize that we're bringing a child into an alternative family, in an alternative manner, and want to normalize the experience from day one. I want our child to always know where he or she comes from, to have mommy and mommy and my uncle Dick who helped mommies bring me into this world. It seems the healthiest for our child to have transparency about our process from the beginning. And having our donor involved means more people to love and support our child.

And second, how did you find/meet your donor?
He's been a friend for a couple years. He actually casually offered his swimmers about a year ago and it completely freaked me out. He and I have become closer in the last six months and somewhere in there M. and I started to realize that he had the qualities we were looking for in a known donor. So we asked.




Please ask more questions if you have them.... It beats watching Dr. Phil!


Q&A Part I

I'm taking a break from analyzing every little quirk in my body. Just to report, I have been consistently gassy, a little crampy, peeing a lot (I don't pee a lot) and very tired. Now this could mean absolutely nothing.

To occupy myself, I'm going to do a Q&A session, starting by answering some of the questions posed in the previous post. Please post any other questions you may have. They can be about Project Baby, our history, my favorite cheese, our cats' names, the weather in Seattle or anything else you'd like to know. Really, entertain me!

How is DtD's family going to be involved in our child's life?

At this point they're not going to be involved, except for BF.

When we first asked DtD he said he'd have to talk to his mother before responding. Five days later,when he said "yes" he told us he'd decided to tell her after "it's a done deal" and expressed an interest in her meeting the child eventually. Now he's saying he probably won't tell his family. We think that's the best for both future child and minimizing the pain his family might feel over knowing there's a little person out there that's genetically linked to the family but will never be part of it.

What are some ways to structure a conversation with a potential known donor?

The way I went about asking DtD should never be held up as a good example. I got the question out but it was a difficult and painful process. I did it over the phone (bad) at the end of the conversation and explained prior to asking exactly how neurotic I can be. And he still said yes. Amazing.

The ask was basically this: We've been planning to have children for a long time and M. and I have thought about all the different ways we can do this. We've decided we'd like to use a known donor and were wondering if you'd be willing to help us out.

And we had a casual offer of his sperm prior to the actual ask.

For the next part of the conversation M. and I sat down over brekkie and wrote down all possible issues and concerns, how we would want to structure things, and what types of hoops our dear boy would need to jump through. We made sure WE were on the same page before talking in depth about what we were asking. Then we BOTH met with him.

I think it's also important to have clarity about what you're doing and how you want him involved. We've worked hard to do that and despite our best efforts, DtD still has a version of reality in his head that he won't let go of that doesn't always mesh with ours. It's been a lesson to let him have that and know that he's signed a contract and is capable of keeping his word. And his version of reality has affected ours as we come around to realizing that we haven't just found nice warm sperm, that we're not just dealing with a body part. As Trista told me, all four of us are creating a family. I always saw DtD's role being primarily with the child but I'm starting to see that he's going to have a role with us as well.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Thank you!

I big 'thank you' to all the well wishes posted and any thoughts that have been sent our way. I'm awed at the wonderful support M. and I have been given by our internet community. I'm so excited to see so many people supporting our decision to use a known donor (no matter how crazy it may turn out) and also to see so many people going down the same path. Amazing. My little Blasty will be loved by all, no matter when he shows up.

I just got up from a nice nap and am grasping to find my usual sarcastic, bitchy self! I'm sure she'll be back momentarily. In the meantime, enjoy the cheese.

97.5 degrees

The eggy is officially out the gate. DtD is off the hook for this cycle. I've had the best cycle ever. Lots of super-stretchy mucus. Good sex drive. Even some spotting during ovulation.

Now the nearbabies need to do their job.

I've nicknamed my Potential Baby Blasty for blastocyst. Now I'm going to go lay on the couch and analyze every little feeling my body is having. It's my latest hobby.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Wait, it's just gas

I'm sure this is a universal experience. You inseminate and all of the sudden all those every day little pains and bumps seem significant. Yesterday afternoon I was sitting on the couch and all of the sudden I feel these mild cramps. I call M. to confirm exactly what are the early signs of pregnancy.

Long and short, we had pizza the night before and we rarely eat that much cheese and white bread in one sitting.

Alas, gas.

The second insem went without a hitch. DtD called us and we headed his way. There was an exchange of fresh from the oven muffins for fresh from the penis sperm. Both were nice and warm. M. couldn't stick around for the entire event this time since she had to work. I had my orgasm then snuggled under my down blanket for a nice mid-morning nap. Mmmmmmm.

How do I feel right now? About the same as two days ago. I can't shake the feeling that this just didn't work, but I'm trying to stay positive. It's okay if didn't work. In the meantime, DtD has declared that I'm going to be a totally laid back chilled pregnant girl. I told him to keep that in mind when I call him crying.

Peace to all. The adventure continues.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Sperm Free No More

The results came back. DtD is clean.

We wasted NO time. DtD went home and called us. By the time we reached his house (five minutes to get dressed, ten to drive) he was done. We exchanged in the driveway and I tucked our little nearbabies in my armpit as we drove home. It is a beautiful day here in Seattle. We've had 38 straight days of rain and today it's clear and warm and sunny. The perfect day to make a baby.

Until this moment in our lives both M. and I have been void of sperm. No more. I have officially been inseminated. And the sperm was no where near as yucky as has been purported. It actually smelled a bit of yeast and was the consistency of eggwhite. I've smelled so much worse. There was exactly 2 cc of semen. We think our boy did well.

It was weird. I swear I could feel the sperm when they went in, could feel my body reacting in some way. And although I've been turned on all day, I started to get extremely hot and bothered. M. was playing with the speeds on the vibrator and I'm lying next to her moaning. I got my orgasm (part of the whole insemination agreement is that Sacha gets an orgasm) and it was good. Uh, VERY good. Then it was roll, roll, roll and we're done.

Just a little anticlimatic.

We called our boy and told him the deed has been done. He's going to call us later today because for some reason we can't go for a few hours without talking to each other. Tee hee.

One more insemination tomorrow then the two week wait.

Peace and love. Thanks to everyone for all their support.

...and still waiting...

Plan B was to have DtD come over this morning, I'd make waffles, we'd have a nice brekkie, then WHAMO.

NOT!!!

His tests are back and the doc's office told him that they can't give him his results over the phone but "he doesn't have anything to worry about." Okay, I figured that was enough to get started. In steps Mr. Worst Case Scenario. He wants to wait until he has the tests in hand (noon today.) We end up spending 2.5 hours eating waffles and talking about mostly nothing and some important stuff. Points of interest:
  • He doesn't think he's going to tell his family. He said he brought up "alternative families" with his mother using a Will and Grace episode as an example. One thing I love about DtD is how when he talks about the future and we're always there. We're not just making a baby, we're making an alternative family. I would love to write a book about this experience when we're done.
  • Our Zoe kitty, who is infamous for being skittish and shy around strangers, came out and softed DtD on the legs. This is another good sign because Zoe doesn't come out of hiding for just anyone.
I have massively stretchy egg white, my sex drive is UP (sky high, baby), the fertility monitor is saying PEAK, the OPK is positive. We need to do this NOW.

Plan C is in the works. DtD is going to get the test results, go home, call us, masturbate, we'll be outside in the car, drive home and stick it in.

Monday, January 16, 2006

Complications

Okay, everything is looking fantastic, a-okay with my cycle. None of that wacky crap that everyone reports, and I'm thinking that perhaps we will be the first TTC queer girls to make it through this without a scratch. Because we are blessed, after all.

NOT!!!
  1. DtD is SICK. I mean my poor boy might have some homemade turkey soup heading his way, but SICK??????? NOW??????? M. is convinced it's caused by his underlying anxiety.
  2. Oh, and he may have to work at midnight tonight even though he's SICK.
  3. Although we are skipping the HIV test, we aren't skipping the rest. They're not back yet. So we figured we'd get them today for DtD's doc. Being a nurse, I often forget there's a rest of the world and it seems this little inconvienent holiday honoring an important civil right leader is getting in our way. NO TEST RESULTS TODAY.

Take a deep breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth. No big deal. We'll skip tonight and start tomorrow. Hopefull my OPK won't be positive and we may have bought ourselves one more crazy day.

NOT!!!

My pops is heading to Texas to work for a month as a tugboat captain (isn't that cool?). Well, seems he's leaving Wednesday morning. He calls and tells M. that he's coming up Tuesday night and will need a ride to the airport in the AM.

Um, yeah. We were planning to insem Tuesday night. Time for PLAN B:

  • If the OPK is +, DtD can come over tomorrow AM. I tend to ovulate quickly after I get a positive.
  • If OPK is -, we can start tomorrow night BUT dad will be at house, so...
  • We'll start in the afternoon then continue the next night around 1900 or...
  • We insem at their house (not sure how I feel about that).

My cycle isn't crazy but I think everything else around me is.

Peace.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Aren't Moms Great?

Ok, I may not always think so as they certainly can be annoying too. But, at the moment, I'm having happy mom thoughts. Since telling my parents back in August about Project Baby and meeting with them and talking things over for a day, they haven't ever brought it up again. Now, it's been several months since then and Sacha and I have gone though a lot emotionally and have made serious decisions. But, since my mom never asked any questions, I secretly started to think she didn't really want to hear about it and therefore didn't share our process.

I decided that I needed to tell her that we had selected a known donor and would be starting soon. I mean, we could possibly be pregnant (ack!) in two weeks and I wanted to tell her we were actively TTC before giving her that big news. So, I called her yesterday and let her know the contract was signed and we were moving forward. She was surprisingly supportive and asked several questions, though no inappropriate ones.

These are the parents that I basically had no relationship with for 7 years after coming out to them. So, I'm delighted that they're so on board and so happy to have the relationship I have with them now. Sometimes you have to lose something to realize how much it means to you. I feel lucky.

National Delurking Week

Ok, I'm a little slow....BUT, today is the last day of the the coined "delurking week". So dear babycakes readers, you still have time to show your face and say hello. We know you're out there, we just don't know who you are. And to clarify any doubts you have, all readers are welcome and encouraged to post a comment!

Friday, January 13, 2006

Two Good Signs

  1. Today is January 13th. While some might feel the 13th is unlucky, for us it is not. 4.5 years ago on August 13th I was walking down the stairs at my work. I thought I was at the bottom and stepped out. I actually was about four stairs up and fell, breaking my right ankle and spraining my left. Almost a month later they diagnosed me with a blood clot in my left calf from the fall and I ended up in the hospital on a heparin drip. While this may sound tragic, that fall completely changed the course my life. It was that experience that made me decided to be a nurse. It was that experience that helped me make life changes that have made me happier and healthier. It was that moment that set everything in motion so we can be here today ready to make a baby with a fantastic donor. So here's to LUCKY number thirteen.
  2. When we went to get gas today the price was $19.99. On January 9th, 1999 M. and I put on huge, fluffy wedding dresses, pledged our undying love and devotion and had what I has to be the BEST lesbian wedding EVAH.... Yay for 1999.

We're going to Disneyland!

The deal is done.

The three of us went to Lawyer Lisa together. BF signed his part later because he was working and couldn't make it. I spent most of the morning crabbing at my dearest wife (who quite promptly told me to 'fuck off' but much more politely than that). Then I managed NOT to crab at DtD (yes, my dear, dear boy, I can be a moody bitch). This was all because I'm am completely freaked out. With the contract complications, and the impending bills from our lawyers, I have been waking up yelling DtD's name in frustration and my anxiety levels are sky-high.

When DtD finally signed his part, Lawyer Lisa turned to me and said "are you feeling better now?" and I almost started crying. Jesus, I'm crying as I type this.

We went to brekkie after that and spent a couple hours chatting. It was really nice. It's always nice.

I have a hard time being vulnerable with anyone outside M. so I was being strong and not talking about The Elephant again. Now I wish I had taken a moment to tell DtD what this means to us. I've been feeling out of sorts all day when I should be elated and happy. As stoic as I thought I could be about this, there's part of me that needed to acknowledge the significance of what we're about to do. I just didn't want to cry.

We start Monday night. I think before he provides the sample we'd like to find a way to convey our gratitude. This means I have to be what I detest: a hormonal, about to ovulate, cheesy, vulnerable GIRL. I don't want some sort of ceremony. I just want to sit down, take his hand and tell him this is one of the most amazing things anyone has ever done for us. And I will cry because I do that.

Right now we get a few days of space. It's been a week of talking to DtD every day (yesterday, THREE times). As much as I love him, I need a break and I need to be just me and M. again.

And why are we going to Disneyland? Because at some point over pancakes and a tasty goat cheese scramble, DtD declared that M. can take care of the kids while he, BF and I go on the rides when we all go to Disneyland! M. has declared he's sweet and threatening all rolled up into one. I'm just happy to have someone to go on Thunder Mountain with.

Aren't we going to be one big happy gay family of choice?

Survey says...

Wow, I get to post our 100th post on this day that hopefully will be our contract signing. Having it all done by days end would be cause for celebration indeed!

Now, I need your help. We've been fine tuning our insemination plans and can't decide if/when Sacha should O. Some say right before the insemination but I fear that could increase the chance of a boy and we already think we have enough chance on that side. Some say after the insemination, but we're worried about driving the stuff right out of there.

What worked for you and what is your advice for us novices? Help! And, any final advice on positioning, etc that worked for you?

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

The Tests

Believe it or not, it's raining in Seattle. This would not be of note except we usually suffer with drizzle and it seems we've had downpour for months now. Even weathered natives are starting to grumble.

And Calliope has officially ruined chicken soup for me. :)

DtD has returned from the doc. I can't remember if I blogged about the whole doctor business or not. When we first asked him and gave him what he needed to do, it included a visit to the doc for an annual and all the tests. We didn't hear anything for two weeks. Then he calls M. and it turns out he's feeling uncomfortable about going to the physician he most recently visited and saying "I'm making a baby with my friends." One big scramble and a day of research later (including a call to Gay Male Nurse Bob) we found a queer-friendly doc for DtD. Bless his heart.

He officially likes his new doctor. He's told me all about her twice. And we got to grumble about lawyers together. I think we're all sick of lawyers. Now the contract may be signed on Friday by all of us at OUR lawyer's office. At this point the only delay is schedules since we all have such wacky work hours.

The Tests

He's had all the tests we asked him to have done. The next bump in this journey is getting the results back. I guess the HIV test takes longer and if we waited for it, would mean we're not inseminating this month. M. and I discussed.

For several different reasons, DtD has had two HIV tests in the past year. One over the summer. One in October. Both were negative. BF was tested as well and was negative. Additionally, DtD has assured us that he has only been with BF and after spending time with BF, I can't imagine he's doing anything to put DtD at risk.

Based on all this, we're going forward without the HIV test results.

In the meantime, I get to have daily or more phone calls with our boy. And this makes me happy. Now it's off to work.

Peace to all.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Queer Babies

It's kind of fun making queer babies. And this one is going to be 100% homo stamped and approved.

M.'s boss is all excited about queer babies. We'll be queer baby #2 in her office.

At my work I've told my friends in my old unit about Project Baby, including Gay Male Nurse Bob (the same one who helped me cath an uncircumcised penis). He's been really excited, even helped with the DtD doctor search. Although M. has declared Gay Male Nurse Bob should never be allowed to procreate, I've suggested him as Plan B.

Queer baby making is a community experience.



DtD is at the doc as I type. I've been sending him nice, strong CALL US messages all morning. He's supposed to tell us how long it will take for the tests to come back. That's our only possible delay at this time. I'm having faith that things will happen on time.

I was thinking that after today we should be able to have a few days without talking to each other on the phone but with the contract still floating out there, at least one more phone call. Then the "It's a go" phone call. I guess we get to talk to our boy every day this week.

In the meantime I'm listening to Weezer (mmmm, old skool Weezer) and waiting for Lawyer Lisa to call back.

Peace to all.

Monday, January 09, 2006

Trying to find the right words

Coming:

I'd like to ask if DtD's BF will be present for any of our first insem rounds. The problem is I keep coming up with inappropriate sentences:
  • Will BF be coming?
  • Is BF going to come with you?
AHHHHHHH! I'm trying to find a way to ask without using the word 'come'.

And an important question:

Being PF (penis-free) lesbians, we have never experienced real live semen. M. has been practicing drawing up with our syringe using water but is concerned about being able to get the semen through a snipped catheter tip, meaning it's quite small.

If you have done this (or are not a PF lesbian), could you share what the consistency is like so we might find a good stand-in to practice.

More Tales from the Big Date:

DtD was suggesting he could leave the sample in his mailbox. M. has now expanded on this to recommend, tongue firmly in cheek, we install a heater in the mailbox to make the sperm happy.

AND...we also discussed whether or not we are penetrating lesbians. He was concerned about the syringe fitting in my vagina. I assured him I had no concerns and filed the entire thing in my memory under Conversations I'd Never Imagined Having.

Happy Anniversary to Us!

Thirteen years.

And what does The Anniversary mean? Why, sex, of course :) And a nice brekkie out at the hotel we stayed at on wedding night #1. And a cheesy moment in the car where I told M. she's the most beautiful woman I know and no one can compare. It's been a nice day.

More details on our Big Date last night:

DtD asked what he'd be expected to ejaculate into because if it was the syringe he'd "need at least a 10 cc, maybe a 20 cc" and "time to practice." I assured him that we'd provide a nice sterile specimen cup.

Then he explained to M. what an uncircumcised penis looks like using the same water snake analogy I'd given when trying to explain the foreskin to her previously.

(Aside: the first time I had to cath an uncircumcised penis I had to ask one of the gay male nurses for help - I had no idea what to do with the thing.)

Also found out that DtD and BF love House of Flying Daggers as much as I do. They proclaimed that Takeshi Kaneshiro (Jin) is "hot".

The continuing contract drama (aka, I'm really starting to hate lawyers):

We got the proposed changes and one provided a "eh, what the hell?" moment which sent us into a panic spiral for part of the afternoon. So I called our boy up and we discussed the details. Turns out his lawyer had misinterpreted what he said. I've realized that contracts need human touch behind them. You can't legislate everything. In this situation there has to be some trust between parties to make things work. I think the contract will finally be signed on Thursday. It feels like this entire exprience has been by the skin of our teeth.

Insemination details:

The earliest we'll insem is Sunday night. We're both working so it will be a stop and drop. If we start Monday it'll be at our house. DtD should call tomorrow to tell us when we can expect the test results back and my job is to discuss HOW we're going to do this.

You see, we have a small house, about 1100 square feet, one story. One bedroom is the sewing room. Another is ours. There's a bathroom in between. We thought about taking a walk but M. thinks I should be being 'prepared' while DtD masturbates. Which leads to the question...WHERE is this going to happen??? We are boy-ignorant so we have NO IDEA how this works. Can he just do IT on the couch? Should we pull out the hide-a-bed?

Any ideas? Suggestions? Your own experiences???

Becoming His Sex Nag:

I also have to tell DtD when he should and should not be having sex. According to our plan, he needs to have sex between now and Thursday. Then NO MORE. That's me, sex nag.

M. is back at work tomorrow and I'm planning to have a fun day being domestic. I swear I'll get back to short snappy posts once all this drama calms down.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

Needs

After the small bump I decided we needed to have some together time with DtD and BF to bring the human touch back into the situation. I called him and left a message saying that we needed to hang out and could they go to dinner. M. had the brilliant and thoughtful idea to let them pick the spot because we'd picked last time.

We had the best time. We told stories. We laughed. Everyone was at ease. Finally.

Project Baby has been the elephant in the room whenever we get together: the THING that no one talks about. For the first time we managed to talk about it like it was normal. We got a lesson about the different levels of circumcision. DtD even offered some ideas on the equipment needed for insemination and offered to procure. We went over schedules. Amazingly enough, both he and I aren't working most of our target insemination week. And I know everyone has been holding their breath about this one: NO LUBE NEEDED.

Everything is really, really okay. M. has declared that she loves those boys. We know that DtD is going to be able to do what he's agreed to do. Everything was fantastically perfect. The contract will be signed later this week. All my fears about them backing out have washed away. The only possible delay will be getting the test results back.

We are back to being MADLY in love.

Does anyone know how long test results take to come back? We asked him to do HIV and other STDs and CMV.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

Still not signed...

DtD and BF had one clarification and three changes. Everything is still on but it's been a tough night.

The biggest sticking point was the two months. In the contract it says he and his BF will not see the baby under any circumstances until the adoption goes through or for two months. If we wanted to break that part we'd have to put it in writing. He wants to change the contract so we can give verbal permission. We're okay with that.

M. talked to DtD and explained WHY we put that clause into the contract and he understood, but I think he didn't expect us to ask him to step back for a bit to both allow us to become a family and to protect M.'s rights. In his mind we would all be one big happy family on the birth day. We blindsided him and in hindsight we should have all sat down and gone over the contract prior to sending him off to a lawyer to make sure he understood where we are coming from. We very unintentionally hurt his feelings.

So now we experience the downfall of the known donor. Especially the sensitive, caring KD who wants to have children himself someday. Which is why we picked him. It's like we've managed to find the complete opposite end of the donor sperm spectrum. On one end you have the cold, sterile vial of anonymous sperm. On the other end you have DtD who I think would probably coparent if given the opportunity. I know he'll be able to give that up for us but not without some pain. Who wants to ask their friend to purposely hurt himself?

M. said, and she's right, that this may be the only chance DtD has to have a child and we have to work hard to keep expectations clear. DtD has been almost too agreeable throughout this entire thing. Now he's realizing he has some expectations and it's good to get those out in the open before there's a baby to complicate things. We knew going to the lawyer might result in this, and it's really not a bad thing.

He's also starting to grasp how scary this is and how hard it is to do something without having anyone to model off of. At least M. and I have the TTC community and this blog. I call him before Christmas and basically told him this: that we needed to talk regularly because GOOD LORD WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE DOING!!!!! Nothing prepares you to have to make a baby with a third party involved. No one's parent tells them that they will grow up and someday find that nice donor who will give them sperm so they can have a baby.

In a way I'm glad he's finally freaking out as much as we have been.

Next step, thier lawyer talks to our lawyer which costs more money, ::sigh::. And we've come up with a way to rectify our mistake. I'm going to call DtD, sincerely apologize for blindsiding him, and when the new contract comes through we're all going to sit down and go through it like we should have in the first place.

Peace to all and ::hugs:: because we couldn't get through this without you.

Friday, January 06, 2006

Yikes...

We hit a tiny snafu but it's been resolved. I had to talk to our lawyer for about five minutes which will prob cost us $30.00.

2.75 hours to go.

::biting nails::

Contract Day

This is it. By 16:00 pacific we should have a signed contract. There's only one part of the contract I'm worried about: that the boys can't see the baby until the second parent adoption goes through or for two months after the birth. That's there to protect M.'s rights and to give us some space and time to start becoming parents. We just never explicitly discussed that part with DtD so it's the only possible surprise. What they won't know is that our lawyer originally put six months and M. brought it down to two because she couldn't conceive of possibly not seeing our friends for six months. Considering how reticent M. has been at times during this process, they should be flattered.

I can't believe this day is finally here. M. and I knew all along that the risk of known donor was higher but that the payoffs could be incredible. I'm grateful to report that it's been positive so far. Our donor has proven to be more than I thought he could be. He has whole-heartedly embraced Project Baby from day one and never wavered. I keep saying this and I'll say it again: a stellar human being and someone I'm proud to call my friend. If he were in reach right now I would hug him and never let him go.

I keep thinking about being pregnant. About the weight of being responsible for another life. It's overwhelming. Then I push it into the back of my mind because although it's closer than ever before, more real than ever before, it's still a long ways off.

Right now we have to deal with logistics. My period started yesterday, we miscalculated my ovulation last cycle because I was sick. All this means our estimated insem date has been pushed up to potentially within a week of DtD going to the doc. Which means we need those tests back ASAP.

::deep breath::

Time to shower and head to work.

Peace.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Caution: non edible baby figure inside this cake!

DtD and BF stopped by tonight to bring us gifts. A cookbook (which I will have to make him something out) of and a king cake. What is a king cake? Well, since you asked....

It's a Mardi Gras thing. It's basically a giant tasty danish that's baked in a ring and decorated with gold, green and purple. Then you take a plastic baby and hide it in the cake. The person who gets the piece with the baby has good luck all year long as well as the honor of hosting the next Mardi Gras party.

Our boy brought us a baby!!!

So it's plastic but I'm going to keep that plastic baby forever and ever and ever.

We discussed the visit to the lawyer on Friday and gave him a nice wad-o-cash. Sounds like DtD and BF are planning to sign the contract during the visit and they don't expect to have a lot of questions. Wow! This is really happening. My days of being sperm-free are numbered.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Preapproved Lube

Our boy is back!

I went to the doc today for that last minute check-up and annual poke in the twat (M. is wondering why she ever let me lose on the internet as she reads this), er, pap smear.... What did I find out?

1. My cervix is not a Freak of Nature Cervix. Dr. G. said it's "a little anterior" but reachable (yes, I asked her).

2. My BP is lower than last year. Yahoo, thank YOU exercise and mostly vegetarian diet!
DtD has finally made his dr. appointment, a week from today. He and BF are going to lawyer on Friday to review the contract. We're going to try to sign it either this weekend or early next week.

Life is speeding up to a MILLION miles an hour again.

Next comes the fun stuff. We get to discuss the details of INSEMINATION #1. M. has declared that I must discuss the following with DtD:
  • Do you need lube? If so, it must be PREAPPROVED lube
  • Your BF cannot blow you.
M. has suggested a more polite way to breach item #2. is to tell DtD that saliva kills sperm and has declared that I should never use the term "blow" in his presence. Because he's a good boy. So good I actually feel bad using profanity around him. And I'm a bad, bad girl.

Monday, January 02, 2006

New Pics

From when we had faux-Christmas dinner with my oft befuddled grandmother (she's almost 92) and my cousin and her husband from London. Check them out here.

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Queer Folk

I'm a supporter of using the term queer. M. is not. We had a discussion about it on the way home from the movies (Fun with Dick and Jane which was hilarious, btw) that started because of an Oprah show on the movie Crash where Don Cheadle (whom I lurve) and the Might O disagreed about the use of 'nigga' in the black community. M. falls in the O-camp which says that using the word within The Community empowers our enemies to continue using the word against us. I don't agree.

Why do I like using the term queer?

Firstly, I hate the oft-used GLBT moniker. It's a mouthful and it doesn't cover everyone. There are so many facets of sexual orientation and gender identity out there, how could they all manage to start with either GLB or T? Queer covers everything.

The other reason is power.

There's the power behind normalizing the word and removing its impact.

There's also the power to remind straight people that they're not us. Being a middle income caucasian woman living in an urban, accepting environment, it's easy for my straight friends to forget that we're not the same. We never will be the same because there are so many things they don't even realize they take for granted that queer folk have to struggle for every single day. Queer emphasises our seperate, unique life experience in the same way 'nigga' reminds white people that it's different living in America as a black person. I'm allowed that word. They are not. It's MY word. So I use it.

I've said this before: I'm angry. I'm a pissed off dyke who is tired of having her relationship constantly devalued and negated by our straight dominated society. Being a minority is an ever-changing journey and this is where I am at the moment. Being a woman, I feel I need to explain and apologize for my anger. And THAT is an entirely different post.

Peace to all.

Two pints of Guinness and a lot of champagne later...

Happy 2006.

We had the best time last night.

Dinner was delicious. Our guest was DtD's boyfriend and we all had a really good time. I pulled out my candelabra that I bought at a garage sale years ago and it made a very nice centerpiece. We got to hear the entire story about how they met. The BF has always been one of our concerns because we don't know him as well as DtD. After last night I know BF would never do anything to hurt DtD. It's obvious that he loves him very much, which is sweet as anything.

He left around 10:00 and we headed to a neighborhood bar to enjoy our first smoke-free bar experience (thank you WA State voters). It was AWESOME. I had two beers (my favorite, Guinness) and we hung out with friends. One was a nurse so he and I had Nurse Chat. It was nice because my usual outlet for nurse chat has been away for the holidays. They had a countdown to midnight and a champagne toast.

Then we went home. Goodbye 2005.

15 Things about Me and Books

Stolen from the most wonderous Trista.
  1. I don't read enough anymore.
  2. I grew up around books. My mother was an English teacher and so was her mother.
  3. I started reading at three or four years old.
  4. When I was in second grade I transferred from private to public school halfway through the year. By the end of the year I'd out-read every kid in my classroom. I got an award, homemade brownies and a green sparkly ball.
  5. In elementary school THEY allowed me to check out books from the big kids' section when all my other classmates were still reading picture books.
  6. I read Clan of the Cavebear in third grade. I still don't know why.
  7. In fifth grade I had my books taken away because I was reading through class and not doing my schoolwork.
  8. I'm convinced I ruined my eyes by reading under the covers for hours with a flashlight.
  9. One time I finished a book (Fall on your Knees by Ann-Marie MacDonald, long before it became an Oprah book club selection) while driving across the 520 bridge in commuter traffic. I cried the entire way home.
  10. I'm amazed when people don't have bookcases full of books. What's wrong with them?
  11. I can give away books but I can't sell them. It feels tawdry, like a betray of the time we've spent together.
  12. The innocence of youth: I read To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf and Les Miserables by Victor Hugo when I was in high school.
  13. I don't read books I loved as a kid because I'm always disappointed in them. They're never as wonderful as I remember so I let them live in my memory. Except for Watership Down. That book never fails me.
  14. I convinced my entire family (we're a small family) to read scenes from Macbeth last Christmas.
  15. My love of reading culminated in a BA in English, the second most useless degree, next to philosophy, when it comes to getting a job.