and the worry that neither of us would know how to be a good mother. TrackPregnancy
Our due dates were two weeks apart.
At the fifth meeting, our counselor asked us to describe our donors.
Dana volunteered first.
“Mine’s six-foot-two,” she said. “Dark brown hair. Gray-green eyes. Master’s in chemistry. Says he likes woodworking.”
She chuckled.
“I figured if I couldn’t find a guy who could build me a bookshelf,” she said, “at least my kid might be able to.” ChildSafety Locks
I remained frozen in my folding chair.
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