I've finally done it. I've finally pursuaded the Pirate to let me lose the patch and allow nature to take it's course.
Damnit, I'm going to be 31 in just a couple days! fuck me that sounds OLD.
Part of me is rejoicing, but part of me is still really worried. He doesn't seem happy with the idea, just resigned to it. I don't want it to be like that. I want it to be a happy occurance (when it eventually occurs). Having a baby should be full of joy, not resignation to your wife's biological clock.
I want him to want what I want, but life just doesn't work that way.
So I finally got what I want, but I can't bring myself to be happy about it. Fuck.
And I'm about to turn 31.
(Jesus, have I ever sounded more like Herebe? Now there's a frightening thought.)