It has definitely felt more real that I’m pregnant lately. There is the fact that lots of people know and then there’s also my belly, which is starting to look more like a pregnancy belly than just fat. I am feeling much better than I was. I have more energy and the mornings this week have been manageable. If I don’t eat every hour, I am OK and don’t end up washed over by a wave of nausea. All in all what they say about the 2nd trimester has started proving itself to be true.

Now that the word is out there, some people who don’t read the blog, have been asking questions on what it took to get here. I’ve started to get some questions about the donor and I was almost embarrassed for not remembering anything. I actually had to pull up the information I printed to remind myself. It’s strange how it was a decision that was so stressful when I made it and then once I bought those vials, I never really thought about him again. There was no reason to really. This whole process was between me and my child(ren) to be and he is nothing more than a donor.

I’m sure when the babies are born I’ll think of him. I’ll look at them trying to figure out who they look like or where they got certain personality traits from. I’ll always have a scapegoat when one of them is being a terror; I can think to myself “Oh, they must get that from the donor! I don’t have a temper like that.”

I will always be thankful to the donor, of course, but this family that I’m creating is me and those twins.