hot time, summer in the city
i left work early to finally see justin, and he is now...asleep. at 6:23 pm. feel the excitement. i will wake him later, though, to go to the drive-in. there's a double feature of charlie and the chocolate factory and batman begins. maybe we'll neck. or not.
does anyone actually say "neck" any more? it had a stale, airless feel to it even back when i was nine and first read it in the "camp guidelines" i was given to read before i went. because at nine years old, i would have necked all over the place if i hadn't been told it was forbidden. neck neck neck. all i wanted to do was neck.
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my mom and maybe my sister and nephew are planning a visit! while my mom and i talked about potential dates on the phone today, she wanted me to promise that if she was here and i was newly pregnant that i would tell her and not leave her in the dark to find out later. why? because she needs to know. because she doesn't like not knowing. what is she, four? that's what i asked her.
apparently, she did not appreciate that i waited last time until she was here to visit (six weeks after conception, eight weeks into the forty) to tell her, or that she found out at the same time as justin's mom. or maybe she was ticked that i told my sister the week before i told her. i do remember her being a little fluffed with my sister that she knew that week and didn't tell her.
i told her that i would tell her the second it was time for her to know something. that did not satisfy her. she wanted to know if i was pregnant now; i asked her to stop asking me that question, because if she kept asking me, at some point she would make me lie and say no, and she wouldn't want to be responsible for that, would she?
she didn't promise not to ask, either, so i guess we're even.
after hans died, justin and i both felt like if and when we conceived another child we would keep it to ourselves for awhile, cherish and hold it close. maybe it relates to that foolish feeling, as though because i didn't produce a living baby, everyone must think i was pretending.
but then, with hans we went public to everyone at seven/nine weeks, and it paid off for us, so to speak, in support. part of me wants to put out a press release the moment i see two lines on the stick. the other part of me is still holding my breath.
does anyone actually say "neck" any more? it had a stale, airless feel to it even back when i was nine and first read it in the "camp guidelines" i was given to read before i went. because at nine years old, i would have necked all over the place if i hadn't been told it was forbidden. neck neck neck. all i wanted to do was neck.
*****
my mom and maybe my sister and nephew are planning a visit! while my mom and i talked about potential dates on the phone today, she wanted me to promise that if she was here and i was newly pregnant that i would tell her and not leave her in the dark to find out later. why? because she needs to know. because she doesn't like not knowing. what is she, four? that's what i asked her.
apparently, she did not appreciate that i waited last time until she was here to visit (six weeks after conception, eight weeks into the forty) to tell her, or that she found out at the same time as justin's mom. or maybe she was ticked that i told my sister the week before i told her. i do remember her being a little fluffed with my sister that she knew that week and didn't tell her.
i told her that i would tell her the second it was time for her to know something. that did not satisfy her. she wanted to know if i was pregnant now; i asked her to stop asking me that question, because if she kept asking me, at some point she would make me lie and say no, and she wouldn't want to be responsible for that, would she?
she didn't promise not to ask, either, so i guess we're even.
after hans died, justin and i both felt like if and when we conceived another child we would keep it to ourselves for awhile, cherish and hold it close. maybe it relates to that foolish feeling, as though because i didn't produce a living baby, everyone must think i was pretending.
but then, with hans we went public to everyone at seven/nine weeks, and it paid off for us, so to speak, in support. part of me wants to put out a press release the moment i see two lines on the stick. the other part of me is still holding my breath.
posted by laura at 6:32 PM
7 Comments:
Ugh - my step mother is constantly asking me 'how the baby-making is going'. I give her the same answer you promised your mum - you'll be the first to know when it's time to know. Adults! I wish they would grow up sometimes:)
There are some things that we shared about Alex and some things we didn't (some things we selfishly wanted to keep to ourselves). You'll know what's right for you guys when you get there. Until then, tell your mother some details about your sex life that she doesn't want to know and maybe that will scare her off. :o)
I agree. Play it by ear. Everyone will understand, and if they don't...well..too bad.
I'm so jealous that you have a drive in. We used to have one, but it's gone now.
I was snickering about the 'necking'. Worse term: petting. Ick.
So yeah, I agree with Catherine. Tell mom how much ya'll are just enjoying necking and heavy petting. That'll creep her out.
ugh! petting! stop it! i have to go de-ick now. thanks a lot.
I'd offered to call her mother while we were actually in the act - we could either provide play by play or just put the phone down and let her have a listen.
The offers on the table for any of the rest of you as well, but it's $2.99 a minute.
$2.99/min to listen to wild donkey sex? HeeHAW!
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