Faking?

Looks like we are all faking around this house. We took EJ to the doctors. He screamed all evening and I wound up calling the oncall doc, who never called me back. So we called this morning and made an appointment. We get him there and he behaves perfectly. Not a care in the world. A little congested, and has a cold, but nothing else. That doesn't explain the screaming, and they really don't have any answer as to what may have been bothering him, but he looks fine now.

Soooo... I take him home, and he falls asleep in the car. Not 10 mins. after the donor leaves for work he starts screaming again. I rocked him, and after 30 mins he calmed down. He slept for about an hour and woke screaming. It took me an hour to calm him down. I don't get it. I don't know if it's his stomach or what. The doc said it was just a cold, and he tested negative for strep. I just want to cry. I can't comfort him when he gets like that. I can't let him cry himself quiet. I just don't know. He's calm now, but who knows how long that will last. I've tried touching his legs and arms and stuff to see if anything is broken. His brother accidentally dropped his carrier yesterday and he rolled out of it. Fortunately it was in the house and not outside. Nothing seems sensitive to touch. I don't know. I had hoped that he would have stopped the screaming, but I guess I'll have to deal with it a while longer.

Last night I made meatloaf for dinner. It's my moms recipe and I love it. I heard nothing but criticism about how the boys mom doesn't make it this way and she would have done this different and that different. I told Simon that if he and the boys continue on the criticism that I wasn't going to cook anymore. I like my cooking. I'll eat it. I know lots of people who like my cooking and I'm not going to be compared to the boys mom and to Simon's mom. Hell, they can get their parents to ship them meals if they keep it up!!

The donor is trying to get me to go on vacation with them. I don't know if I should go. I think his mom and dad are pressuring him to bring me and I don't want to ruin his time. He says that is not the case, but I still get the feeling it is. So I've been giving excuse after excuse as to why I can't go, when I can go, but don't want to be an obligation.

We had a quickie when we got back from the docs office. I was in the kitchen getting ready to make lunch and he was heading out the door. He kissed me good-bye and I said, "What? No afternoon quickie?" and that was all she wrote. He turned me to face the counter, lifted my dress, took off my panties and began feeling my wetness. And I was wet. He fingered me for a minute and then stripped from the waist down, and plunged in. It felt soooo good. He was hitting a spot that he never hit before. I was moaning and screaming. He came, and then it was over. I didn't cum. He asked and this time I told him the truth. I didn't fake it. It just didn't happen.