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Thoughts about tomorrow.
I can't believe this is actually happening. I feel like I've been waiting to do this for so long and I really was wondering if I would ever get to this point, if WE would ever get to this point. When my first marriage ended I was really concerned that I might have lost my chance and then when Jen and I got together, it seemed like we would /never/ be ready.
We might become parents tomorrow. In some ways, we've already started as we work through decisions about donors, processes, adoptions, names. But above all of that talking and planning, it might actually /happen/ tomorrow. That's so crazy!
I was thinking about that in the car on the way to my fifth home visit, and I actually found myself choking up a little bit. We're trying, we're actually /actively/ trying. Right now, from the first time I went to the RE but culminating in 10:00 tomorrow morning for our first ever insemination. Our virgin voyage. I want to be one of those people who gets lucky on the first try.
In a lot of ways there is so much more pressure than if we were a straight couple who are trying, because they can just do the deed a whole bunch of times and the timing can be a little less perfect. Here we're putting a month's worth of hope on this one event, this one procedure that will take less than 30 minutes. And then we wait. And wait. And try again, if we have to.
I think about everything and it just makes my eyes well up. I love My Jennifer so much and I love our little family - us and cats - and everything feels right and good but the idea of putting something else, someONE else, in that mix just fills me up so much more. I'm in love with someone who doesn't even exist yet, in any fashion, and I'm already more in love with Jen for making this happen with me.
When I was much younger I always imagined myself a young mom, 25 or so, married to some guy and living in a cute little cape somewhere. There really weren't any other images in my head - Catholic school doesn't really offer anything else - except that I would someday be a mother. Twenty years later, the entire picture is different and so much more wonderful. I'm older now, more life experience and an incredible partnership with a wonderful woman, my amazing wife, in our overpriced apartment with some cats and a busted heater. We don't own a home, we don't have much of a "safety net," and we're not sure how we're going to actually swing the financial blahblah of being parents. And you know what? It doesn't even matter.
We're doing it. We're actually doing it. Right here, right now. And I don't know what I was thinking twenty years ago, because I can't imagine it any other way. Her and me. Our home. Our family.
We might become parents tomorrow. In some ways, we've already started as we work through decisions about donors, processes, adoptions, names. But above all of that talking and planning, it might actually /happen/ tomorrow. That's so crazy!
I was thinking about that in the car on the way to my fifth home visit, and I actually found myself choking up a little bit. We're trying, we're actually /actively/ trying. Right now, from the first time I went to the RE but culminating in 10:00 tomorrow morning for our first ever insemination. Our virgin voyage. I want to be one of those people who gets lucky on the first try.
In a lot of ways there is so much more pressure than if we were a straight couple who are trying, because they can just do the deed a whole bunch of times and the timing can be a little less perfect. Here we're putting a month's worth of hope on this one event, this one procedure that will take less than 30 minutes. And then we wait. And wait. And try again, if we have to.
I think about everything and it just makes my eyes well up. I love My Jennifer so much and I love our little family - us and cats - and everything feels right and good but the idea of putting something else, someONE else, in that mix just fills me up so much more. I'm in love with someone who doesn't even exist yet, in any fashion, and I'm already more in love with Jen for making this happen with me.
When I was much younger I always imagined myself a young mom, 25 or so, married to some guy and living in a cute little cape somewhere. There really weren't any other images in my head - Catholic school doesn't really offer anything else - except that I would someday be a mother. Twenty years later, the entire picture is different and so much more wonderful. I'm older now, more life experience and an incredible partnership with a wonderful woman, my amazing wife, in our overpriced apartment with some cats and a busted heater. We don't own a home, we don't have much of a "safety net," and we're not sure how we're going to actually swing the financial blahblah of being parents. And you know what? It doesn't even matter.
We're doing it. We're actually doing it. Right here, right now. And I don't know what I was thinking twenty years ago, because I can't imagine it any other way. Her and me. Our home. Our family.
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Keep us posted!
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(Also, thanks!)
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xoxo I'll let you know if we need you to come join our union. ;)
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p.s. Hot pic!
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Get ready for the two-week-wait. It'll make the past several years feel like they flew by.
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Fingers crossed and happy baby thoughts heading your way
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