Mood: happy
Now Playing: The Reason
Right, so both my parents have started to ask me if I'm okay lately. In fact my dad bugs my sister all the time now trying to find out if she knows what's going on. It can't have much to do with how I act around them or how I sound on the phone because I've been really in a great mood for the last few months (yup, even better than normal). The only other thing I can think of is that they are subconsciously registering the changes in my appearance that are obvious now even to me and that makes them sense that something isn't right. I went to dinner with my mom and her husband last night wearing a hat to hide the fact that my hair reaches my shoulders now. I'm not ready for them to start asking questions yet so that's how it has to be. They thought my hair was too long months ago. My mom also commented that I have a lot more freckles now than she remembers. "Sorry mom, must be a side effect of the high levels of estrogen I've been taking." So yeah, the cat isn't gonna be happy in the bag much longer. I'm planning on telling my dad when I get back from Cali, but no solid plans on when to tell my mom. I'd really like to get some more of my stuff out of her garage before I "disclose" to them. Chances are once I'm "out" anything left there will be out of my grasp forever. We'll see.
A few days ago T* and I were snuggled up under a blanket on her bed watching a program on one of the Discovery channels about zoo babies. Somehow our conversation turned toward having children and once again (like it has so many times in the past) the fact that I will never have any genetic children of my own hit me like a sack of bricks. Plus, thanks to our friend E*, the faucets opened up and I flooded the pillows. Now I knew what I was doing going in and given the opportunity I wouldn't go back and change my decision now, but it's still a hurt that won't go away and I imagine it will only get worse with time. *Sigh* One more price to pay for being born this way...