Ready. Start. Go!

We came up with the name for this insem over a plate of the best - and hottest - garlic chicken I've ever eaten (thanks to Anne and M. at Reflexive Verb).

Everyone, meet Bambi.

Short for bambino and makes a great stripper name.

We started last night, mere hours after blowing back into town. More later on our adventures in Vancouver, including pics. DtD came over to the house this time and succesfully masturbated in our bathroom (good boy!). Although it's been fine to pick up the swim team, it was nicer to be able to relax at home, burn some incense, meditate and warm my kidney qui.

I should ovulate Thursday or Friday, and then the insanity can begin again. There's a huge part of me that's not ready to get back on the rollercoaster. I know we'll be okay for a week, then all hell will break loose again, and I don't look forward to going through all the hope again just to have my spirit broken again.

Then again, it may actually work. I'm starting to feel that if it does work, it's going to be a miracle, some sort of black voodoo or change in the force. There is little rational about the process of getting pregnant for me anymore. It's become a sort of spiritual torture.

In the meantime, the semen analysis results should be back today. I think we're all a little nervous over that one.

GO BAMBI!