Things you DON'T say at a dinner party...

I've been feeling angry at DtD recently. Not based on anything he's done. It's because he's tied up in all my anxieties and feelings of failure around not getting pregnant. I've been feeling like I could use a break, and it really sucks to feel like you need a break from your friend. The way our timing works out, I don't get a break because as soon as we get our BFN, it's a week away from our next insem.

Once again, I need to spend time with DtD. Without time he becomes a commodity to me, the @#$!! sperm that's NOT getting me pregnant. When we hang out, I remember that he's our friend and someone we like a lot. That's what we did last night.

With his other friends. Who like to ask us questions. Like how do you know DtD?

M. froze. Her mouth hung momentarily open as she thought about how well we know DtD. Not quite in the biblical sense, but a little too close for party talk. She quickly scanned her brain for the most appropriate answer. One that did NOT contain anything about sperm. Or babies. Or getting pregnant.

Jebus!

We're off for our mini-vaca. See y'all on Tuesday.