One year ago today, we walked into our doctor’s office, thinking the timing was totally off, and we made Finn. You can read all about the process, here.
It was our second attempt and our second donor. The first donor we chose ran out of “stock” before we had a chance to buy more. And THANK GOODNESS he did. I like to believe that everything works out exactly the way it is meant to. That is, I like to believe that we were always supposed to have Finn–not any other baby by any other donor.
So, thank you, first dude, for not giving a larger–err, donation.
November 18th was the day we made our son. It was also the last day–probably of our entire lives–that we didn’t fret about him, worry about his well-being.
I look at this photo, now, and think about all of the things I’d tell these two soon-to-be-mommies. In a lot of ways, we were SO clueless.
But mostly, I would just tell them that they are doing the right thing. That the timing, as it turned out, was perfect. And that they couldn’t–not in a million years–imagine the love that was about to bloom.