Whatever your metaphor...
The wheels are in motion. The balls are in the air. Well, some balls can stay in the pants. You see, we left a frozen vial of D's "essence" in Cape Town. Yes, that's right, we are doing the heavy negotiating for #3. D has pretty much agreed, as long as he doesn't have to do anything. As far as the travel goes, that is.
So, with my 41st birthday in less than a week, I started feeling that old familiar feeling. And even though, egg-wise, my biological clock isn't ticking anymore, my lumbar 4 and 5 vertebrae have clocks of their own. It is now or never. I would like for the girls to have a younger sibling (or, yikes! two) so that they realize the universe doesn't revolve around them. While I'm still able to pick them all up. A little balance. And damn it, I want a little more of my dream back. Having some of it come true, just makes you want more, I guess. I always wanted three kids, so I want to try. Once. And that will be it. I will be happy that I tried, even if it doesn't work. Because we are happy, already.
This morning I emailed our donor coordinator and the good doc in Cape Town. I received an automated response already from the coordinator, as she is on vacation until the 17th. And seeing how it was 5:00 p.m. in South Africa on a Friday, when I sent the emails, I don't expect to hear from the doctor until Tuesday at the earliest. We hope that our donor is willing to donate again for us and that D's sample survived the clinic's move earlier this year. I'll keep you updated.
