We are actively thinking about our baby-making plans, and whether Plan A is still the best plan.

We haven’t changed any of our plans at this time. We are just *thinking* about it. Since we still have almost 2 months before Jill could try for the first time, we’re considering about alternatives.

The main alternative being me trying to get pregnant again, instead of Jill. Or maybe Jill trying once, and if it doesn’t take on the first try, then switching over to me.
What it really comes down to is trying to find the right balance within our family for everyone getting to have the experience she hopes for, and the best chance of having a second child using the same donor.

Mainly, I love the idea of being pregnant again. In fact, a day or so after this first came up, I confessed to a secret fantasy plan where Jill got pregnant on the very first try and then a couple of years down the road, I convinced her that I should try for one more baby with the last vials of our donor.

But thinking about moving that plan from the realm of airy-fairy future to concrete reality is so different. For one thing, there would have been a good stretch of time where I wasn’t pregnant or nursing in that fantasy. I do miss having my body being entirely mine.

Anyway, she’s going to get the follow-up thyroid bloodwork etc done in the next couple of weeks, and at the same time, I’m going to make an appointment with the RE practice that got me pregnant with Noah and find out what course of action they recommend. Although I’ve had my period back for 5 months, I haven’t been charting, but I’ll start this month.

Wish us luck sorting through our alternatives and figuring out what course of action makes the most sense for our family.

I know that some of you have gone through similar questions and quandries in your families — I’m curious to hear about your thoughts and experiences.

 

We hadn’t really talked to the new day care about being a 2 mom family. We knew there were others there, either currently or in the past, and … we just hadn’t gotten around to it.

Looks like that part’s been handled. Here’s the card that Noah and his teachers made for us today:

Front of CardInside of Card

He may not learn how to use apostrophes, but he also isn’t learning homophobia. And that’s more important. Particularly at his age.

If you click on the right hand image you can see where Noah actually “signed” it, below where his name appears.

Incidentally, he’s become even kissier. He kissed both teachers goodbye today, and “Can Mommy have a kiss?” did not generate any, “Nooooooooooooooo!” responses.

 

We have been having a lot of fun here in Casa Booski.

During both of the last two evenings, Noah has worn himself out by dancing and doing laps through our living room, dining room, and hall, both while giggling like a maniac. (Note: linked files are long.)

Tonight, he also asked that we get out the fabric tunnel. (By ask, I mean walked over to where it sits tied into a big round donut, touched it, and looked at me while going “Enh. Ennnh. Ennnnnnhhhhh!” until I figured out what he wanted.)

That was almost funnier than the dancing and running laps.

Feet!Almost Out of the Tunnel

Sadly, wearing himself out has not precluded waking up at 2 am. Loudly and with great frustration. And staying awake.

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We have also been having some stress. This thyroid thing, while not apparently dangerous, is also no joke.

Jill is on a low dose of thyroid replacement hormone, and they will do another round of bloodwork in a couple of weeks to see if things have improved enough that she can TTC. If not, more drugs, more tests, and more delays. If we are lucky, she will get to start right around her birthday, a not so wonderful reminder that our chances are steadily decreasing.

Aunt Anna is bored out of her gourd on bedrest. The baby has dropped and seems to be contemplating making an appearance. When I’m there June 9 & 10, maybe I’ll be meeting him.

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It appears that my high school class is having a 20th reunion after all! (If you are in my graduating class and read this, I gave Engrid your email address, assuming I have it. I also gave her all the teacher email addresses I could find, mostly pilfered from Sandra’s emails.)

And it is the weekend after BlogHer, which turns out to be convenient — I’d been planning to go to Milwaukee for the weekend before BlogHer, but now I think I’ll go the weekend after.

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Dammit. Not convenient after all. We just consulted a calendar, including our best estimate of when Jill will be ovulating, assuming we get all the thyroid stuff sorted out. Looks like the week we would be in Milwaukee.

That bites.

Pretty much that means that either we wait to TTC, or Jill doesn’t come to my reunion with me. And both of us deal with a high energy toddler alone in an airport.

Probable plan du jour:

1) I go to BlogHer by myself

2) Jill and Noah go to Milwaukee, where I meet them after Saturday’s BlogHer sessions are over (skipping Saturday dinner & parties).

3) Jill leaves Milwaukee maybe on Wednesday; earlier if she surges early. We ask around to see if any of our doctor friends there can check to see how many follicles she has and how they look — if they don’t look promising, no leaving early.

4) Noah hangs out with Grandma while I go to reunion. This especially means PLEASE TELL ME YOU ARE GOING. And those of you who are a year (or two) ahead or behind us, wouldn’t that week be a good time to visit Milwaukee?
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Sudden thought: Hey Lizzie, will your work send you to BlogHer? Where we could hang out with Lizzy? Mebbe yall could do a similar first part of our logistical crazy dance and then we can have a week long playdate in Milwaukee while our friends with jobs there are at work.

 

My heart is breaking, I want to throw up, this story is just so awful and ugly and hurtful.

In a nutshell:

A lesbian mother who had legal custody of a little girl for a year was not only denied her adoption petition, but her daughter was taken away and put into foster care, only because the custodial mother was a lesbian.

The court is holding the lesbian mother in contempt for trying to move away in order to protect and preserve her family. In spite of a court in her new home county ruling that the current situation was the worst possible situation for the little girl, the old court and the foster family refuse to return her to her mother.

Georgia law is SILENT on the subject of gays or lesbians adopting! It isn’t prohibited!

But this judge has interpreted the 2004 constitutional amendment banning same-sex marriage as also prohibiting any gay or lesbian person in a relationship from being able to adopt AT ALL — whether as a single person or presumably in a second-parent adoption.

Thanks, Shannon, for the heads-up.

I don’t happen to share Shannon’s fear that Noah’s adoption will be invalidated — which is sort of funny, since theoretically, a horrible path of decisions sparked by this situation could actually lead to that result.

I think the more likely bad outcome is that the ambiguity of Georgia law will be “clarified.” And that I won’t like that clarification, and it will prevent me from becoming the legal parent to our much hoped for second child.

Even just typing that out makes me want to throw up again.

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