11 01 am pdt [ out of the way ]
Let's just get this out of the way so that when I
exhibit this behavior down the road I can point back to this moment and
say, "See? I've always felt this way..." and you can't blame my nonsense
on the circumstances.
You see, I think it is perfectly wonderful when women
become mothers and go perfectly gaga over their child as though she were
the first women to make a baby ever. I am a bit baffled by people who are
intolerant of hearing about a new child from a new parent.
What is more important than making a new life? If a
woman wants to spout of about fecal texture and mucus color, good for her.
I will be totally gaga about my babies. They will be my universe and I
will find every aspect of their tiny bodies to be endlessly fascinating.
So now I have said it. I hope I am still working on
some incarnation of my diary when the little buggers are born. No doubt
you will be inundated will endless pictures of the little things.
If I should die an untimely death, I would very much
like my eggs to be donated so they can become babies. I wonder how one
goes about arranging such a thing.
I asked Matthew what he though of the idea of me making a baby from his sperm
if he should expire suddenly. He said the idea was very flattering.
