... you and my husband are the only ones that know, because I didn't want anyone to talk me out of it, but I went to the gynecologist today, and had the Essure procedure done. In 12 weeks time, my female parts will be effectively shut down, and no longer capable of baby making.

In another life, I would have had a second child 5 years ago, as my bio-son, Gibby will be 9 in a week.

In this life, I became a mom the day I said "I do."

First, thanks to everyone who listened to my vent about spending time with my husband yesterday. When he came home, he brought flowers and ice cream. He said not to get mad, but he'd invited his parents over for a movie in our home theatre...

We show old 16mm films out in our theatre, and it's set up with love seats and old theatre chairs. We served popcorn and ice cream. He said he knows it doesn't count as my stipulations for a "real date," but he said he hoped it was okay for now.

I am seething right now. Loghead knows I have been aching to spend time with him- to go out and DO something, and his dad calls, so he just takes off for the afternoon. I'm at home once again, just me and Gibby. Now, I love my son, but Gibby and I have spent EVERY DAY together since school got out in May. Loghead was supposed to spend the afternoon with Gibby, and now he's gone. "Oh, we'll do something tonight," he said on his way out the door.

Like, hell! I thought we were going out tonight!

Loca Grande couldn't get ahold of me or Loghead this morning, so she called Princess 18, and left her a VOICEMAIL, saying she has thyroid cancer.