And it was...

When I finally managed, in my completely fucked up non-communicative fashion, to pose THE QUESTION to DtD the reality of what we are doing hit me hard. What the hell were we thinking?

Well, we have the official answer. It's 'yes'. And it feels FANtastic.

This is the right thing to do. For me. For us. For M. For our child. It provides more people to love and care for that child. It keeps us from approaching the other half of our child's genetic code as a commodity. It will allow us to normalize the process for our child from the beginning and for him or her to always know where she or he comes from. And they'll get two uncles to boot.

It's just good.

Not that using a known donor doesn't come with challenges. It also comes with benefits that you lose when your baby comes from a syringe that arrived via Fed Ex.

M. is happy. DtD is closer to her heritage than mine, actually looks more like her family than mine. He's closer to my height. And he's a good person and that counts for so much.

Peace to everyone out there.