Lurching into a New Phase

M. and I both had the funniest reaction to finding out that we're...ahem...pregnant. We both suddenly had NO IDEA what the hell to do next.

It's so emotionally painful to look at the next steps when you're caught in the middle of TTC. When it's Taking Some Time to Get Pregnant, you stop yourself from thinking beyond that moment that you get the call from the doc, or watch that line appear on the HPT. It's hard enough to handle the hope of each cycle, let alone think ahead to practitioners and ultrasounds and all the bajillion decisions that have to be made.

You've been on hold and suddenly your life lurches forward.

It's so good to finally move into the next phase. We can finally see how things are going to work our donor. We can finally see how our families are REALLY going to react since the little frog is reality instead of concept. We can finally allow ourselves to envision our family, the entire family, including some screaming, wrinkley pink little thing.

At the same time, being UBER PREPARED LESBIANS, we are left with a knowledge gap to fill. What will our lives look like for the next eight months? At this moment we have no idea.

In the least I know I have a limited amount of time to use profanity without little ears listening. I haven't quite convinced M. of the importance of teaching our kid to curse properly.