Coming out of the closet. No, not THAT closet.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

As plan b is really kicking into gear, my embryo donor and I have decided to let you all in on our wonderful connection. If you haven’t figured it out yet, it is Angrycanrn from The Story of Me who has pledged to donate a whole bunch of beautiful embryos to help me become a mother. It’s hard to find words to express how I feel about all this. About her generosity, her faith in my ability to be a good mom on my own, the leap of faith it takes to trust in this unique way of family building because it just feels right. It feels very right. As far as I’m concerned, we are family. This journey has made it so.

I feel the same way about Donor Daddy. He is an important part of my path to my child. I plan to share that with my child someday. Our gametes joined and grew and divided. We’re family, too.

So, friends, it looks like I may be heading north soon to make a baby. Well, not make one. (Still strange to think my child is already conceived. Preconceived? My little notion?) You know what I mean. Gestate one. It would be so great if we can sync up and have our transfers the same day. We’re thinking it’s going to be one hell of a pajama party in the hotel room after transfer. (Send chocolate!) I will bring my laptop for post transfer blogging.

I can’t wait to meet this incredible, strong woman face to face. Oh, and her kids! I just hope I don’t cry when I meet them. (I will be on a bunch of hormones, you know.) "Aunt Dora just has something in her eye."

It’s exciting. It’s scary. More hope means further to fall. I’m so lucky, though. If I fall, I have all of you to catch me. But I would do it all anyway. I want to meet my child.

As a funny aside to the title, at one point, after the evil Midwestern clinic had told both of us they would not treat single women, I sent an email proposing to her. (My exact words were, “Same sex marriage is legal in Canada. Wanna get hitched?”) It would serve the idiots at evil clinic right, since I presume their policy is also intended to discriminate against same sex couples. After she stopped laughing, she declined, informing me it would be too scandalous, as she’s such a recent widow. Good thing she gets my sense of humor.

P.S. This is my 100th post!