Dykes with tikes

My wife and I love children, we’re extremely excitedly heading down the road of trying to conceive in the next year and a bit.

I would like 3 or 4 and I think we’re of the same mind on this. Well, we’re in agreement until we go through our first pregnancy together, ha, I’m sure we’ll change our tune!

For two lesbians, this is a challenge because you have to pick the donor, track your ovulation, buy some samples, deal with homophobic doctors (there are lots!) and people who still don’t realise that when I say “wife” I mean WIFE as in, this is Canada and same-sex marriage has been legal for 7 god damn years.

*phew* I digress.

I think when it comes to having children, despite my rigorous research in parenting books, blogs and friends with kids, I still have more questions than answers:

The teenage years…I know I was giant a-hole and from my mother in law’s reports, so was my dress wearing, soft spoken wife!

The one thing I’m sort of happy about is that our kids will have 2 parents that tried every mind altering substance known to humanity, every juvenile criminal activity (stupid things, no murders or armed robberies)
…and a host of things not published in the kama sutra….there’s not much they could try to clumsily hide from us without us knowing.

What will the kid call us, mommy and….? hell as long as it’s not a 4 letter word, I should be cool with whatever.

How do I squish homophobes like bugs while showing our kids compassion and respect for other people?
I don’t wanna look like a douche.

What about when one says ‘who’s the real mom’?
What should do first, give ’em a right hook or tell them we both are?

Worst of all, what do I do when they start asking for keys to my motorcycle?

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4 thoughts on “Dykes with tikes

  1. LOL chica you do what all Parent’s do when kids ask the questions: change the topic.

  2. I am a bi-sexual mom.(I hate that term though because finding that ‘other half’ is more about the person themselves than what genitals they have.) I had a girlfriend from the time my youngest was 8 mos (father and I split when he found out I was pregnant) until he was a lil over 3. We did end up living together for awhile. I was mommy, she was mama…a four letter word btw…lol. Nevermind squishing the homophobes…teaching your child(ren) that love doesn’t have a gender is more important. “Who is the real mom?” We both are (were). I (she) gave birth to you, but a mom is someone who loves you, protects you, takes care of you, looks out for what is best for you and who is always there for you—that’s both of us. The motorcycle? Depends on the kid…good luck with that…..

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