cygnet

arm buds and foot paddles again and the nestling is floating in its newly formed personal pool, doubling in size by day. yesterday an m & m, tomorrow a kiwi fruit. everyone is thrilled. he is ecstatic over the prospect of real daddyhood, daddyhood from the very beginning. but he still can't avert his eyes from her billowing breasts.

i can't take him anywhere. and i can't marry him until i can. i need someone with some degree of internal regulation, not someone who requires a personal policewoman...while i play the role well, the handcuffing process destroys my soul and the winged freedom our relationship should have. we should not be an empty cage, and it shouldn't be on me to repetitiously swallow the key.

so much to mull through, so many new challenges. 37 days and the nestling is beginning to swim. 7.5 more months before each of us will have to learn to navigate new water.