The First Donor

So I guess that's one of the first things a lesbian couple has to work out after they've decided to have a baby, where do we get sperm?

As mentioned in my previous post, after having little success with friends we decided to go with a donor off a donor dating website.

He was tall, smart, a chemical engineer, artistic. He had a beard, and he responded to our mail quickly.

We'd been up the coast visiting my partner's family, spending time with our gorgeous nephews. When he responded to our emails I knew we were going to be cutting it fine in terms of getting back home in time for ovulation.
I got home and peed on a stick pretty much straight away and, sure enough, there was the second line. I emailed him again with our number and explained that that very evening was time to try.  He called me back and we arranged a time.

My partner (DP to borrow TTC parlance) and I flew into a frenzy, making sure we had the legal forms, making sure the hall and bathroom were tidy. We locked the dogs in the lounge and kept the bedroom closed.
DP got out a couple of men's mags and put them in the bathroom along with a sterile sample jar. As a joke we alslso put in a science magazine. You have to have a sense of humour I think, especially with something that is actually quite hilarious.

So he turns up at the door at the appointed time and he was polite, shorter than we'd hoped, but still tall.He was kind as we did the paper work before we left him in the bathroom to do his thing.
We went back to the loungeroom to wait. And wait. And wait.
A few times DP goaded me to go up and ask if he needed a hand, being that I've been with men and they haven't I get teased about it at times (in good humour, of course :-) ). In the end it took over an hour, we didn't question it, neither of us really know how it works and I'm sure he would have been nervous.

Hilariously the science mag had been read and the porn mags were pretty much untouched.

After he left we tried to make a baby (I won't give too many of the sordid details). We held eachother after and quietly hoped, feeling how in love we are, how much we want it, how we share our hope.

Despite the science being completely inconclusive at best or proving that it doesn't make a lick of difference at worst, I still propped my hips on a pillow to tilt my pelvis and let gravity help the swimmers on their journey. Of course I needed to pee, I had to wait though. And the hilariously biological journey began.