Well, dear readers, it certainly has been a long time. There has been nothing to say. Progress has not been made in the “what the hell do we do now” department. We have been avoiding The Talk. Hell, even watching a story about embryo donation on a lightweight television current affairs program last week couldn’t induce us to have The Talk.
I think it is partly because I don’t want the Husband to say Things That I Don’t Want to Hear. I think we are also both well aware of what the options are at this point, and none of them are palatable. The chances of success this late in the game appear extremely remote, regardless of any options we decide to pursue.
Nonetheless, this month we both felt like it would be a good time to give it a shot. I have no idea why. We pulled off a perfectly timed cycle and now I find myself back in the middle of the perpetual “am I/aren’t I/could it be/it couldn’t be/well it might be/who are you kidding/get a grip/stop being a psycho/this is never going to work” psychological horror show that is the two week wait.
There’s at least five days to go.