So, I’m guessing that the minute you heard – or read – I lost my job you realized that we wouldn’t be working quite so hard to have a baby. Didn’t you? And by “wouldn’t be working quite so hard”, I mean not at all. I mean, we have become baby-phobes. Any sign of babyness – we don’t even buy those small corns… corn… corns… whatever.
I’ve been out of work now for two months. Eight weeks. A whole lot of days. I’ve driving myself nuts and taking Vicky on the ride as well.
And what once was this joyous thing, the pursuit of insemination, has now turned into something we’d rather not talk about… write about is a different story. The whole thing is really starting to piss me off, to tell the truth.
Anyway, in case you were wondering, we still want one. I can imagine us not leaving the bedroom for a full 48 hours after I get a job offer.
Wouldn’t mind that job offer…. oh…. any time now…