A promise and a petri dish.

Third anniversary gifting: leather if you’re traditional (think: sofas or whips) or crystal if you’re modern (stemware or chandeliers). And if you’re postmodern like us, DNA.

We’re spending our third anniversary building a baby. Screw boxes with bows and shit that sparkles. In 36 hours, we’ll undergo our first-ever, long-dreaded, highly-anticipated IVF procedure to harvest eggs from some 22 mature follicles, that they might be put to petri with Projected Pop’s sperm. If fertilization occurs (please, G-d!), two or three days later, we’ll return for embryo transfer. And two weeks after that, we’ll either be pregnant (please, G-d!) or we won’t. And nine months after that (please, G-d!), we’ll meet our illusive little one face-to-face.

On the anniversary of us, I guess it’s a fitting experience: A series of selfless acts designed to grow the family that started with a promise to work at it.

It’s on.

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About Projected Progenitor

Projected (adj.) (prə-ˈjekt-ed): From the 15th Century Anglo-French 'projector,' from Latin 'projectus.' Devised in the mind, predicted. Progenitor (n.) (prō-ˈje-nə-tər): Middle English, from the 14th Century Anglo-French 'progenitour,' from Latin 'progenitor,' meaning 'to beget.' An ancestor in the direct line, foreparent.
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One Response to A promise and a petri dish.

  1. Good luck – fingers crossed SO tightly for you.

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