Happy Conceptionaversary Little Spark!

A year ago today an anonymous woman had an ovum pick up; I was the recipient of half the ovum from that pick up.  One of the resulting embryos is now taking a nap.

I wonder if she remembers the significance of today?  I wonder if she thinks about the results that could have come from that OPU?  I wonder if Sparky is going to look her up when he’s 18?  I wonder if in his rebellious teenage years he’ll tell me I’m not really his mum?   His life is his own – my gift to him – and I’ll love him regardless.

But what matters to me now is that he exists.  He’s happy (when not gassy).  And I’m happy.