and deliver our baby, with Mike alongside me throughout. The child would be ours. ChildSafety Locks
Mike agreed before I did.
“I don’t need it to be my blood,” he said. We were sitting on our back porch on a summer night. “I need it to be my kid. Those aren’t the same thing.”
We chose our donor together.
At this very kitchen table, we examined a thick Midwest Reproductive Center binder of donor profiles. There were no names or photos, only identification numbers and details.
Height, hair, eyes, schooling,
