One more thing

We are still months away from that magical day when Anonymous Donor Sperm meets AnnaRay Egg, but Anna started taking folic acid last week, and it got me thinking about her with a bun in the oven - something I've always had trouble imagining.

What I've come to realize over the past few days is that I no longer have any qualms about passing on the gestation duties this time around. You might think it odd that I ever had a problem it, given how little I enjoyed being pregnant and how much it made me miserable. I do recall thanking AR (on a daily basis for two months after The Boy was born) in advance for having the next kid, but like all things related to my pregnancy, that memory has retreated to a dusty corner of my psyche where I have trouble distinguishing between things that happened to me and things that happened to people on t.v.

Maybe being a girl makes me feel like it's my job in the relationship to birth the babies. Maybe I have control issues. Maybe the fact that I can tolerate my own discomfort and pain much better than someone else's makes me reluctant to step aside, or maybe I just worry I'll feel left out. Whatever the reason, I've always felt a little funny at the thought of standing on the sidelines while my partner goes through pregnancy, birth and breast feeding. But whatever the reason, I'm over it. This weekend The Boy kept turning to his other mom for comfort and attention and snacks, and far from feeling left out, I felt like I was on vacation.

Yeah, I don't think I'll miss being the host for the next little parasite.