Not all lesbians are friends with their ex girlfriends. Walking home last night from dinner with a friend, I saw my ex-gf in front of a bar smoking. I haven't seen her in a few years...it was one of those weird things. You glance over at someone who you spent almost 7 years (she scratched at the itch) and she kinda recognizes you, and you know it's her. I was walking and calling M on my cell phone to check if she had gotten off the plane and was heading home. The old me would have turned around and went into the bar and leave a few (alot) of drinks later. Probably late to meet my partner at the apartment. But-instead- I smiled and walked home. Not sure if she recognized me at that split moment. I wish her well....this time I really mean it.
Just when I question whether spending alot of money/time in therapy has been helpful- I finally make the right choice. Not the choice that felt right at that moment. But, would feel better in the morning. Go figure.
On the baby front: We have the big 90 minute ultrasound on Monday. I guess it might take longer with twins. Whatever. I think we will be nervous. You never know when the tech leaves the room and returns with the doctor and he says blankly "you have to terminate." Yeah, that your baby has a 1 - 11,000 thousand chance of it's urethra not forming. Oh that blog is for another day....let's just say - who knew that they perform fetal surgery at Children's Hospital in Philly on this rare condition. http://www.chop.edu/consumer/jsp/division/generic.jsp?id=81170
Ultra sounds are a tad bit extra scary for us. I wish I was a devout ______. I wish I had this unshakeable faith in Buddah, Jesus, Conan O'Brien (see nypost.com), Allah....
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