Here are a few quick thoughts in random order regarding ways I thought I would never think of. (If what I'm saying makes sense - which it won't, of course).
1) After a discussion and lots and lots more talks with your partner/doctor/internet strangers about egg quality declining with age, a guy no longer wonders/daydreams/fantasizes whether the 20-something barista is wearing a bra/likes to sunbathe nude/has a tattoo on her bum, but instead wonders how she would react to follicle stimulation meds and whether her family has a history of heart disease/cancer/genetic disorders.
2) You stop dead in your tracks when you realize we might not be talking *just* about getting donor eggs but possibly might be getting some other guy's *stuff*. And (in a very primal, but admittedly junior highschool-level maturity) in a way, it's like some other guy is stepping in to do what you cannot - fertilize your lady. Make HIS mark, not yours. You could be raising HIS kid as YOURS. If it is a boy, would you beam with the same level of pride teaching him to swim or fish as you would have if he had the same genes as you did? And he of course has no interest in being a dad... he was paid $60 by a clinic for his contribution and he has no clue whether his Tuesday afternoon 5 minute job ever resulted in a new life.
More later...
~ Baby Daddy
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