Knowing I wanted to bolt at 4am, naturally Dean and I fooled around and stayed up too late. We actually got out the door around 4:45 and headed up to Ohio. He slept the first 4 hours of the trip and when he woke up, we were across the Ohio border with 3 hours left to go. We only stopped for fuel and food and made it in record time.
The next 2.5 days were utter bliss. We were crammed into a full size bed and forced to snuggle due to lack of space and for warmth. That half of the house is old farm house and therefore quite drafty. Fine for us, we love the cold, but its nice to snuggle with someone who is a natural space heater and then pull back the covers for a quick cool down. The man is also 6’5″ and built like a brick house. I’m not exactly small either, but some how we fit perfectly and made it work. We even squeezed in sex VERY quietly one morning since we discovered the bed and floor didn’t squeak at all. SCORE!
Everyone adored him. He was his affectionate self with me and didn’t hold back which I appreciated. He’s one of those guys who listens to what everyone says and then busts out with a fantastically funny one-liner that gets everyone. He was full of them. My aunt is all about forced family fun, but its actually a LOT of fun to sit around the table playing dominoes and board games. And thats what we did. We had a lot of family meals (breakfast, dinner), played a lot of games, and laughed non-stop. There was no awkwardness and no drama. Not one odd moment ever even happened. Dean seemed to fit right in and he got to see The Siblings Three in action. He doesn’t have the same relationship with his sister so this was a bit foreign to him. Still, he fit right in and between the 3 of them (Dean and my siblings) they had me laughing so hard I had to pull over to pee. Everything was utterly great and I even got a few presents on top of it.
I have about a billion photos to post, but I can’t find my camera cord so they’ll have to wait a bit. I also need to yank some pics from my mom’s camera.
After “let’s just see what happens” never resulted in anything other than another trip to the doctor’s office. I went back and forth between needing security and then telling him I was fine without it. At one point I even said I thought we should be married first. But then things started to shift and we had these deep meaningful conversations and I knew he wouldn’t leave me. I knew at one point he was it for me. That’s when I lifted the pressure. That’s when the kidney stone happened and the 4 total hospital visits.
But then reality struck and I had to squash the babymaking efforts. I have Steph’s wedding in August and a beach trip two weeks later. I put the penis on lock down and this time instead of charting when I was fertile to get pregnant, I was checking to AVOID pregnancy. The semen embargo was put into place and restrictions were held through the first week of December.
By Christmas, my next period had come and gone and the semen embargo was officially lifted. When we got back from Ohio, I sent Dean back to his life and me back to mine. I had a short easy week at work since most everyone was off on vacation so I was fully relaxed and even had time to do some online research. After many days of peeing into a cup and testing my urine, my fertility window had finally arrived.
I’m happy to report that the first attempt was not only easy, it was also fun. Lingerie was involved, special dinners cooked, and more laughter than you can imagine ensued. Example: post coital, I had my legs on the wall and my ass propped up while lying on my back. Dean walks back in from the bathroom and asks me what I’m doing. I say “directing traffic”. Badum-ching! It doesn’t get any easier than this. We even had a New Year’s Eve tossed in there that was quiet, fun, full of good food, and full of sex.
We also got a taste of what commuting for him would be like and how it will be when we live together in my apartment. It wasn’t as stressful as I thought and when the time came for him to leave, I wasn’t my usual sad self. It feels like this is the way it’s supposed to be. I’ve never been one to follow the pack and go in a specific order so baby > moving > marriage is probably just the right order for me.
And with that, the babymaking process has officially begun. I feel good about it and us. We promised each other we would not freak out, get too excited, or get too disappointed and just let it flow. I know it will take some time, but you have to start somewhere!
Here we are heading face first into the next adventure… and I’m so glad I have him to hold my hand.