Now resting in a calm sea.

It hasn't even been a week yet, but we're starting to calm down from the initial excitement. I haven't sent an "Are you pregnant yet?" text in a couple of days, but I did ask her just the other night if she felt different yet. She keeps telling me that she probably wouldn't feel anything for at least two weeks and that's if she feels different at all. Despite this, I've been talking to her ovaries as if it might help to give them a little encouragement at this point. It makes me feel like I'm participating instead of just waiting.

Ashley has found a new book to read, which she thinks is a fantastic source of info. I forget the name of it, now, but I'll get it from her later.** We went to breakfast at our friends' house this weekend and stumbled upon the book. Our friends are also a lesbian couple contemplating children but they have friends who are involved in making babies happen. Not the sex part, but the birthing part. Their friend, anyway, is a midwife and got the book for them and now we're borrowing it. Thank goodness for such friends as these.

The visit wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, however. When we first began talking about Ashley and my decision to try for a baby, our friend interjected a bit of her knowledge on the complications in store for us in the future, namely second parent adoption. I had this idea in my mind that once Ashley and I finally conceive, we would begin the paperwork for the adoption so that once the baby made its way into the world that it would be all mine. But she put a damper on that real quick, saying, "I've heard, in many cases, it can take up to two years."

Oh the joy.

Until next time, Kristen


**The Ultimate Guide to Lesbian Conception, Pregnancy and Birth