The window for my next insemination is going to be around September 4th. But the universe has a seriously messed up sense of humor. About a month ago, I started hanging out with a new group of people. I have a lot of fun with them, and we spend about nearly the entire weekend hanging out with each other. The more time I spend with one of the guys there, the more I realize I really *like* him. We get along extremely well, we always laugh at each other's jokes and we really get what the other person is about. Nothing romantic, but I am starting to think that if we went out, we would be really great together. I don't know his back story (one of my friends is trying to get it), but it looks like he is single right now.
If I had even an inkling that he liked me back, I'd comfortably put aside Plan B atleast this month and see where things would go. The problem is, I have no idea. Declaring myself to him is too risky. Pride issues aside, I'm loving the new group too much to want to rock this boat. Waiting and watching would be logical, except I really don't want to spend 1-2 months waiting just to finally figure out that he is not on the same page, and just sees me as a friend. And then there is the thing that I am literally itching to proceed. Women who have been in the same place will understand this perfectly, but nobody else will.
The last time I inseminated, it was without a second thought. Now, I am fully aware of the ramifications of going to that doctor's office, and I feel like I'm standing at a vital fork in the road and I'm not sure which is the right one to take.
I'm going to spend a lot of time yelling out my favorite epithet, in a very loud and drawn-out manner this week!
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