It’s been a while. How’ve I been? Oh, fine. Lake day with great friends (jumped off a very high cliff!). Weekend in the mountains with different great friends. Back. Working. Waiting for some test results from the doctor, which will determine how I’ll get inseminated (at home or at the fertility clinic). Picked sperm-donor (!!). Simultaneously doing my life and waiting for it to dramatically change. Normal fare.
I have a little crush on the profile of my sperm donor. According to California Cryobank he is rugged and outdoorsy but knows his way around literature and food. His favorite book is Infinite Jest and he wants to go to Spain to better understand Don Quixote. He grows French herbs in his backyard (herbes de provence, chervil and savory) since they are hard to find at the grocery store. He’s 6.4 and played football in college; was smart in high school (4.3 GPA) and (I’d like to think) “preoccupied” in college (2.9 GPA). The staff at the sperm bank claims that he is a ‘more attractive version of Dirks Bentley.’ But what set him apart from the other seemingly amazing young men that are giving away their seed for cash (yeah, there’s still that) is that he seems really funny and down to earth. Like someone I’d enjoy hanging out with, who would cliff jump with me or be a good date at my dinner club: he seems compelling, with a twist of dry wit and a dash of self-deprecating humor. He’s currently a Spanish translator. Grew up in a Baptist church. His dad was a famous baseball player. Good bill of health from grandparents forward.
All this and more for $650 per vile of sperm?
Sold to the 40-year-old mother wannabe!
And still; who knows? Half of my potential baby’s DNA is from an Internet profile, including: a three paragraph written essay, a 10 min audio interview, a few childhood pics and an extensive medical and family medical history. When did my visceral and virtual lives become so intertwined??
I’m excited. I find myself day dreaming. Who is this guy that is going to help me create a little being? And the he or she baby?–Already a little love mystery to me.
It feels strange to me that my whole life is still a potential trajectory. And that nothing has actually changed, except what I want and what I’m after.