Rainbow ... Your upcoming insem sounds dreamy! Or, as dreamy as an event can get when sperm is involved. Last time we did a FET we had a *very* good time the night before and the RE commented on my bits being a little irritated. Maybe this time we'll take it easy.
Library ... Yay for being home! I see so many baby butches around our neighbourhood that I could be a MOTHER to. Yeesh! When dd was about a month old, my partner, myself, my sister, and her then-girlfriend went out to dinner to a trendy asian-fusion restaurant. We were in everyday clothes, I had puke on my shirt, everyone looked haggard and tired, sister and her gf were bickering, the baby was tiny and squirmy and just as we sat down started to cry so I was nursing her. And we were seated right beside a table of the trendiest little dykelets you ever did see. All looked like they'd walked off the set of the L Word. Not a hair out of place, everybody peacocking and being all young and energetic and flirty with each other. We ordered our food, complete with a litany of special requests ("gluten free, no peppers, bring this first, that later, and could you A, B, and C while you're at it?). We notice that the other table had fallen silent. They were blatantly staring at us. As if glimpsing into their own futures, replete with jeans from Walmart, running shoes to go out to dinner in, non-dyed hair, stained clothes, fluffy bodies, and bickering couples. My sister, now thoroughly irritated with her gf, nodded her head and said loudly, "Yes, my clueless little darlings, this is what old lesbians look like." The now horrified baby dykes settled their bill fairly quickly after that and fled, aghast, into the night.
wishin ... Much sticky-baby dust coming your way.
isa's QOTD: When I was pregnant with DD we lived in a very small town in the mountains, north of Whistler for anyone who knows of that ski resort. It's a pretty open-minded place, even though we were one of just seven queer couples there. No one blinked an eye. I'm totally out, but only by way of DP, who is a very obvious big bulldagger. Anyone who knew me also knew that I am queer. Anyone who didn't know me assumed I had a husband. Unless you look VERY stereotypically queer (and even then) you will be read as straight. Unless you fly the flag or don a badge or a shirt that says, "The father is the other mother" or some such thing. I never get read as queer anyway, so it was no surprise to me that being pregnant and then being a mother pushed me further away from an queer markers. I get read as straight even more now. If we get pregnant this time, I'll be visibly pregnant in Canada's biggest dyke neighbourhood, and I'll still be read as straight, by gays and hets alike. Again, only people who know me know that I'm queer. Folks on the street read me as straight. I always come out when anyone (stranger or acquintance) asks about a father or husband or comments that DD must look like 'his' side of the family. Not usually to my patients on the ambulance though. I just avoid pronouns if they ask direct questions.
Heck, we typically get read as a straight family considering that add a child to the butch/femme dynamic and most het folks don't bother to look too closely. Dolts.
Gelly ... I'm so glad that you're okay! I hit a deer once and totalled my car. A cop friend told me to tell the insurance company that the deer hit me, so that I could shuffle the blame along to the animal. It's so traumatic to hit anything ... I imagine it shook you up. And this IS your year. You're just getting the difficult stuff out of the way now, leaving the rest of the year open to greatness!
Max ... SO SOON! I'm getting excited for you!
escher ... How are you feeling? I've got so many fingers crossed for you, I can hardly function!
I'd do more personals but I've lost track!
AFU: Tomorrow is the u/s to check the lining. I'll keep you posted!