ch-ch-ch-changes
(hope i got the right number of ch's for david bowie) lots of things going on, most of them good. my mother and i hashed out some old skeletons with my grandmother and got introduced to a few new ones. i guess my life is destined to be spent dancing with those pesky things. but i think it melted some tension that seemed to be squeezing the life right out of me. i still haven't found the inner peace or quiet or zen state to write anything lately but i'm thinking that is yet another thing about to change as my husband is at long last going back to work. he'll be out of my hair and i'll get back on schedule. best of all, we'll be financially back on our feet. the down side to it all is he'll be in another town some of the week. on top of that, we're wanting to start a family so how the hell we'll conceive on such comings and goings (no pun intended) is beyond me. i'm crossing my fingers that it all works out.

Lunch break o.O ?

Less sperm means less sperm wars. Those little dickies tangle each other up, don't ya know? I wouldn't worry about the amount of times you do it. I got pregnant twice on pre-cum (we were using condoms during sex, but not beforehand when rubbing). So it's not the number, it's how fast one of those little buggies can swim without any of their buds hassling them.

If it's meant to happen, it'll happen, no matter what. :) Specially if you DON'T WORRY. I know what it's like - my hubby's been working nearly 200 miles away for large portionsof the last couple of years and we sometimes seem like ships passing in the night. It makes it all the nicer when he does come home, though. :D