You did WHAT?!

Ask me what I did last night. Go on, ask!! I picked a donor. It has taken me this long to pick a G-D donor. N and I narrowed it down to three, and she left it in my hands to pick the right one. It took me forever. It was between the guy who looks like me (in our opinions, not the photo match person Donna, who I think is awesome and want to be her friend), and the guy we think is super hot and has the same nose as me. We picked.....HOT GUY! He's taller, to cancel out N's tendencies towards dwarfism. (I love you, N. All 4'11" of you (-; ) Plus no one in his immediate family has had cancer. Not that it matters, but I like it on paper.

The guy who looks like me is second pick, so if this super hot guys sperm doesn't work like it damn well should, we'll move on. I'm so excited. I don't want to get ahead of myself but I can't help it. I keep thinking it's going to be a boy. I think though that we're just convincing ourselves it will be a boy so we won't kill ourselves if it is one since we will have been processing the shock of raising a boy for 12 months straight. That way if it does come out a girl we will be thrilled, and it will be unexpected awesomeness.

Also, I'm pissed off kids cost so much money. I need a new job. F'real. Immediately. I'm not kidding. I think the universe should recognize that we're going to rock at this parenting thing and let us do it for free. You know, all expenses paid baby-makin' and baby-raisin'. Oh man, once N pops that kid out this blog is going to be re-named to baby-raisin'. I'm looking forward to that.

We've also had some pretty awesome support. It seems like everyone is in the baby-makin' process and has some wisdom to share with me, or is just willing to listen to me ramble on about how we're about to start but haven't really started anything yet. It's a weird place to be, but I'm grateful to everyone who is willing to listen. Am I still going to be able to listen to bad ass rap music when the baby is here? Because I like me some really bad stupid rap music like Usher 'lil freak. It's my guilty pleasure at the moment. Can I teach our kid to rap? Because I'm super good at it and I want to pass that on. I missed my calling. I don't want him/her to do the same! I'm tired, and going to bed because I'm talking stupid at this point.

Listen everyone, I love you all, and I want you all to send good vibes to this dude's sperm. Let's make it super powerful so it'll bust that egg up, f'real. (Rap music, OFF). Peace!

- D