One Year Later

Somehow, in all the craziness of life these days, I forgot to post that yesterday was the one-year anniversary of my first insemination. In all of the inseminations that I did over seven months of trying to get pregnant, the first was by far my favorite, simply because so many people I loved were there. And, though I'm generally much more rational than this, when I got pregnant that first time, I really was convinced that it was because of all the queer love in my apartment that night.

A few nights ago, I had a dream about going into labor. I went to the hospital by myself, but when I got there, I discovered that all of my friends and family were there waiting for me. My sister was there, and my old friends who are now far-scattered, and indeed, everyone from that first insemination was there too, along with all of my other local friends and my lover. I wasn't in active labor yet, so we all sat around talking, laughing, and I woke up feeling so happy, so relaxed, so excited about giving birth. I woke up feeling loved, which is just how I felt at that first insemination.

Happy anniversary, kids. I can't wait for us all to finally welcome this baby!