Yep, those are my feet in the air. Which means . . . Yep. We did it. More of a trial run, really. Details tomorrow.
One research obsessed post-punk political dyke and one wonder-endowed post-modern theater professor fall in love and decide to make some babies. Hilarity, awkwardness and, sometimes, tenderheartedness, ensues.
Herein lies an adventure of queer infertility and making a family without biology on your side.