Cross posted from our sister site, Silicon Valley Moms Blog.
Some people make love to make a baby, I made an Internet purchase.
I must have been 10 or so when I knew what I wanted to do with my life: I wanted to be a mother. It was all I've ever really wanted to be. There was no career, life experience or world travel that could compare to the need. Motherhood was always my destiny. And as life would have it, I was faced with making my own destiny happen.
I decided in my mid-twenties, that by the time I turned 30, I'd be a parent. I figured if I wasn't married, I'd hook up with a hot guy in a bar and wham-bam-thank-you-ma'm, imakeababy. Not so easy. Somewhere along the way a friend of mine offered his "goods" and I told him I'd let him know if I'd ever need them. When I turned 31, a year past my goal date, I asked him to donate sperm. He broke my heart when he told me no, since he had been diagnosed HIV Positive. After a soul-searching trip to Mexico, I came back with a new plan: I would find a sperm donor. I would be inseminated. I would have a child. And that is exactly what I did.
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