Another result of blogging about trying to conceive is that everyone knows when Jamie and I have to have grown-up fun-time, which normal people refer to as sex, and which now I refer to as "homework". Because of this, I get this text from John, (whom you know from my last post) whose daughter I'm currently babysitting while I type this. (She's in bed; I'm not a neglectful babysitter, guys.)
|No, Jamie is not here with me.|
Totally worth it.