My Kid is a Genius

Right. So, not trying to make you feel bad about yourself, but it's true, my kid's is a genius. Today she picked up the letter "T" and said tee. Then later, a "G" and said gee. The same with "C" and "D." And I say to Simon, "And it's not like those letters even rhyme!" And he's like, "Yeah, not at all." all sarcastic like. And I think sometimes I don't have a brain. But, anyway, she said them differently. I know she did. And it's all due to Sesame Street! Because I don't teach her a damn thing. Well, not true, but not book smart stuff. I just teach her how to be crazy and hormonal like a good woman should be. Baaaaaaaaaaaa.

So, on an entirely different note, I'm thinking of getting the Essure. Well, more than thinking, actually, I am. Not that the Mr. and I wouldn't want more kids, we'd both like 2 or 3 more really. But Simon's not doing well and the degenerative nature of SFN doesn't really make it look like things will be taking an up-swing for him. There is also the unknown genetic factor of SFN. Is it right to have a kid because you want one with the knowledge that they may be very, very sick? Is it better to have lived and lost, than to have never lived at all? I wouldn't judge anyone who chose differently, but it's a factor in my decision. It isn't in Simon's ironically. But anyway, Essure it is.

In the mean time, they put me on the pill (which I'm against for a million different reasons--psychoses being a big one, the possibility of a fertilized egg not being able to implant in my thinned uterus being paramount). But they said I must so they can know my cycle is regular. Again, baaaaaaaaaaaa.

So, I've accepted that we're a family of three. And I'm happy to be so, but honestly, I'm also so sad. No siblings for the kiddo, no more little cuddle buddies for me. No sons. But I have my Simon and my amazingly beautiful and bright and crazy little girl. I can't say I'm not totally blessed. Lots of negatives there, ending in a positive--just like life.

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