Ironic

It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic...don't you think
A little too ironic...and, yeah, I really do think...

~Alanis Morissette

*sigh* So yeah...I'm poly. Means that Beloved dates, I date, we're both okay with that...life is great. Except what happens when you meet someone who you click with and that person ISN'T poly?

I'll tell you what happens...

You pout. A lot.

Kids' Room

So there is progress...we've gotten lots of help in the cleaning, cutting, mudding, sanding, priming, and painting process. Now we are at the hard part. Decorating. I've already got the paint...I just have to do it.

My inspiration for the kids' room is to keep it simple, but bold, gender neutral, and flexible. My thought is to do shapes large enough that we can "frame" artwork and rotate their masterpieces...make it a special place that they love to play in.



I really like the IDEA. Actually drawing it on the wall and filling it in? yeah...a little intimidating...

Boy is sick...

I've been a little concerned about his cough, but he's had problems with a cough on and off for months that seems to be attributed to alpha-1 antitrypsin deficiency. But then he got green snots and weepy eyes. The final straw was when he told me, "Momma, my ear ouchie."

Even my hands-off, all-natural crazy doctor decided that vitamin D and probiotics probably weren't enough. Doc DID ask when I was due, since I could give Boy breastmilk... Seriously?!? *sigh* After listening to Boy's chest and cough, Doc said it might be bronchitis, and I managed to leave with a script for antibiotics. First one in Boy's life.

Once upon a time, I loved this medical group. There are certain aspects I still appreciate and have looked for in our new family group, but after July 1, we will be transferred to a new doctor, and I have to admit I'm relieved.

Means I'll be having some extra appointments in the coming weeks...I have four in the next week, and three the following week...but hopefully it will work out in a more comfortable situation for us.

five good things

Take a minute and share five good things of your day with the world, uncut.

1. Being told to scoot back into bed to cuddle with Beloved.

2. Lemon poppyseed bread for breakfast.

3. Opening the cabinet and drawer and not wondering where my glasses or silverware is.

4. Beloved's girlfriend saying she felt happy coming here.

5. Boy continues to go pee-pee on the potty unprompted, at least when not diapered.

glutton for punishment...

I think that's the best way to put it. Why else would I check up on people whom I cannot offer anything to? *sigh* It isn't that I haven't tried...but when your offers and attempts are rebuffed or abused or come across as misleading and painful, why continue to peer into their lives and worry and wonder?

There are those who can leave love or take it
Love to them is just what they make it
I wish that I were the same
But love is my fav'rite game

I fall in love too easily
I fall in love too fast
I fall in love too terribly hard
For love to ever last

~Frank Sinatra

hehe...I made the newspaper!

Okay, so back in May, I mentioned I had a brush with prejudice over my polyamorous status. I received a tremendous outpouring of indignation on my behalf and love and support for me and mine. Thank you all again...

Right after that, I was contacted by a reporter for the Chicago's Red Eye...a subsidiary of the Chicago Tribune. I e-mailed back and forth with her, and yesterday, her story was published!

Multi-love: It's complicated
For some Chicagoans, enjoying multiple serious romances without cheating makes more sense than monogamy

*sigh* So much for anonymity, but I'm thrilled with the article!

Mortified...

I hate being pregnant. I hate my body. I hate my utter and complete lack of control...

It's been a long while since Beloved even asked me for sexual play. He's so painfully respectful of my challenges right now, even when I've hinted that if he took the lead...

Well, tonight, he did. He came straight out and asked. I delighted in teasing him about it as I finished the laundry; delighted in stripping down and settling between his legs; delighted in teasing him over and over until he came...

But I couldn't handle it. I made it to the bathroom...but I'm mortified and embarrassed and CHEATED! Damn it...! It's not fair.

Beloved said it didn't matter...that I throw up because it's Tuesday, or after my favorite dessert, or because I woke up in the morning...that it's just another part of my being pregnant...

I love him and adore him and am so grateful he is the way he is...but that makes my failure all the more painful.

Thirty days.