This is the time in my life I'm most learning to have patience. To do what I can and realize there's a lot I cannot control. For a long time I've wanted to be a parent but worried so much about having enough money and the right partner. I know Cristina will be a fantastic mom undeniably ....but.... Is there ever enough money? I've also given in to these financial worries mostly realizing that people around the globe of all economic backgrounds have figured out how to raise children. Your parents did it, Your grandparents did it. All those folks post evolution did it without doctors, antibiotics and washing machines!
Now that we are in the throws of trying to get pregnant, where every step is intentional and paid for by us, I've stopped thinking about the cost of getting pregnant. I've moved on to thinking about child care and schooling. Ha! But I'm getting ahead of myself. We'll figure it out as we go.
Picking our donor was an epic tale. It was as if we were online dating for sperm. Want a donor that "looks" like Brad Pitt? A more obscure b list celebrity such as chad michael Murray (btw I have no idea who that is) no problem! Except you have to trust the cryobank says "handsome, dazzling, charming and/or intelligent" they're not just trying to sell sperm. They even offer face matching software, which we opted not to pay the extra fee. That's how fancy it's become.
After pouring over hundreds of donor profiles, we finally chose a seemingly well-rounded human who was a swimmer, an artist, and a bit of nerd (we even saw his impressive SAT score). We only saw one baby photo of him, and because of his attire we refer to him as "Ninja Turtle".
--Liz
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