As you all know from avidly reading my blog, Bingo was conceived with the aid of an anonymous donor: the same one we used to conceive the still-cooking Powerball. The donor is identity release– when Bingo is eighteen she can choose (or not) to find out his name and last known contact information– but for now he’s a man of mystery.
What I haven’t mentioned before is that we do know a small something about the other side of Bingo’s genetics. Continue reading →
I woke up to the sound of our alarm clock, early enough on a fall morning that our room was still completely in the dark. I squinted as I rooted through the laundry basket of clean, unfolded clothes: hoping desperately that the clothes I grabbed would both fit and vaguely match. Then I stepped out into the cold and headed downtown to Clinic One.