And Then...

I feel better today. Not as gloomy. Not as flat. Not as freaked out about my trip in 2 weeks...still, not looking forward to that.

 

Since two major events have occurred I have not been able to fly without considerable anxiety to overcome. The first was the crash of Alaskan Airlines flight 261 in 2000. My friend's parents Jean and Robert were on board. They were great people who raised two incredible sons. It was a tragedy. The second, of course 9/11. Beyond tragedy. It takes a lot of effort for me to cope with flight. I still fly. I have to. It just really sucks.

 

Jumping around now...to continue my story from yesterday...

 

I went home and asked WW about Mom 1. There was some news there.

 

WW: Yeah, I know her. I like her. You'll never believe what she told me.

 

Me: That her kids are from DE IVF?

 

WW: Did she tell you too?

 

Me: Not exactly, but I overheard it.

 

WW: She must be really open about it. I don't even know how it came up. Maybe it is because we obviously used a donor...sperm donor.

 

Me: Right, of course, that's it. Hmm, I wonder if they had any embryos left?

 

WW: Daisy!

 

Me: What? It's just a question. I mean her kids are clearly smart, healthy, and cute like crazy.

 

WW: OMG, you're unbelievable...and crazy.

 

Me: It's just a question.

 

Now dear reader...flash forward...I did ask that question. Just a question? It may turn out to be the most important question I have ever been nosey enough to ask. Her reply was, that they are looking into donation and they wouldn't mind if it was someone they knew.

 

Before you stand on your chair and clap...I have no idea how this story ends. All I can say is that we (all four of us) have talked about about the possibility of them donating to us. Super scary. Super freaky. Super unbelievable. When does this EVER happen in real life?? When??