Sperm Secured

I bought my sperm this morning.

Bet that’s not a sentence you ever thought you’d read, or in my case, say.

But I did say it, multiple times yesterday, after ordering 6 units (AKA 6 attempts for insemination) of my sperm of choice.

I have decided on my donor.

His goods will chill (no pun intended) at the bank in Newmarket until it’s go time.

I can’t tell you much about who I chose, as I’m having a Sperm Selection Party in two weeks’ time with some of my girlfriends, where they will try to guess who I chose out of a group of 9 finalists.

So shhhhh.

Usually said donor selection parties happen before a choice has been made, and the goods have been paid for. But too often women finally come to a decision after much thought and consideration only to find out their preferred donor is no longer available – either out of inventory, or maxed out (i.e. offspring limit hit).

Once I knew who I wanted as my donor baby daddy, I made the call. It’s too big a risk not to.

Plus, it was hard enough to choose as it was; I imagine it would have been quite overwhelming with another 20+ opinions.

So instead of helping me choose, some of my closest friends and framily will see if they can figure out which candidate’s swimmers I have on ice.

Personally, I can’t wait.

But waiting is what’s on deck. Not just for the party, but for my appointment. Now that my donor sperm is secured, there’s nothing left to do until I see Dr. V in March.

Let the waiting game begin.