It’s my fault. I announced this whole IVF/sperm donor/pregnancy journey publicly and now people think they can just ask me if I’m knocked up.

I’m not a good liar and I’m not a good deflector. I don’t know how to avoid a subject when it’s brought up directly to my face.

AGAIN, SURE… That’s my fault. I made an intimate part of my life very public. Also, these people are not just random strangers… they’re loving friends and family.

But we’re at the sensitive part now.

I will explain it like this:

I apologize that I’m using a sports analogy (again), but hopefully I can explain it in layman’s terms easy enough to interpret.

The NFL and the MLB have similar playoff structures. There is a wild card round, then divisional playoffs, then it’s the conference playoffs, THEN… it’s the big ‘ol championship battle (Super Bowl or World Series).

I managed to move forward through the wild card round. I got a spot, I have a fighting chance to keep going.

Upon receiving the news I didn’t cry, I didn’t even really celebrate, but that’s only because I knew. My body told me I clinched that shit a whole week ahead of time. Tako told me, if we’re being real, but that’s another post for another day.

I felt joy for a second. It was mostly just relief which instantly turned into giant balls of anxiety.

I don’t want to celebrate yet. I don’t want people congratulating me. I barely wanna talk about it. I just wanna get through it, cause I have a long way to go.

There’s A LOT of weeks between me and that championship ring, for now—let’s just get through the divisional playoffs.