"Third times a charm" was not the case for us. It felt like a cruel joke as we sat in the same office, on the same pleather chairs, hearing the same words, from the same man. I felt myself stiffen when he suggested that we should take some time before we tried for another baby. The very thought caused a short circuit in my heart.
With the lack of oxygen to my brain I began to feel dizzy. Being the person that I am, and like most men, instantaneously a thousand ‘whatifs’ began to manifest inside my head. Whatif I’m a horrible father? Whatif I do things wrong? Whatif my life changes? Whatif I won’t have the time to complete everything I want to do?
From the annals of “Really—you can’t be serious, can you?” comes a twist on human procreation so shallow it makes Heidi Montag look like Maya Angelou: an online sperm bank where the donors must be certifiably beautiful.
This is the first in a series of submission from The Momoir Project, all of which focus on finding the right number of children for each respective writer's family.
Ever tried to push a stroller in the pouring rain? What I mean to say is, ever try to push a stroller and hold an umbrella. Complete disaster: Cramped forearms, erratic navigating, drenched mom.
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