Yesterday we got some info about the Baby Making Meeting we’re attending on Saturday; I was so tired from working longer than usual (!) and then going shopping for bathroom shelves that I barely glanced at it. We went to one of these information session a few months ago, and are rebooking to refresh ourselves on the situation – as well as get a huge discount on the initial consultation session. If this session has to be in the first few days of my period, I don’t know how accurate our booking will be, since we don’t want to go in until September. Or August, maybe.
Still, I saw the advertisement on public transport and couldn’t run home fast enough to book us into the session. I tried to make Aussie come, too, but apparently she’s not lesbian enough to want to do so.
Last time we were there, we both got quite weepy during the powerpoint presentation, which featured pictures of unbelieveably cute babies. No one ever puts up the pictures of kids who are so ugly they make you wonder if you really do want children, after all. No, it’s the airbrushed perfect eight month olds who make aging single women, lesbians, and unluckily-married-to-guys-with-no-good-sperm women shiver in ectasy.
This time it all feels a little scarier, because we’re not just there on a little trip to Curiosity Island. This time we’ve got a plan. Three and a half months and we’ll be going there for a little bit more than pleasantries, statistics, and kick ass BBQ flavour crisps. WEIRD.
Tags: baby, friends, house, lbgt, lesbian, love, queer, sexual health, TTC
