S. talked with KD again (any ideas on a name for him?).
Yay!! He is our KD, not our PKD.
Turns out he wanted to offer to be our donor back when S. told him about how attached and complicated discussions were with PKD#1 (Mr. Gay Sperm Man). But he didn’t know if it would be too weird to offer. He talked to his wife again and they are on board, it seems, although there is much to talk about.
I am very skeptical and not prone to enumerating ‘coincidences.’ However, there are many here which I won’t list, except that his first name is what I always wished my name was, and have even used on occasion.
PKD #3 is the lucky KD. Feels like we won the lottery.
To recap from an earlier post he is: super smart, funny, tall, compassionate, interesting, lovely, great looking, beautiful voice, snappy dresser, kind, straight forward, very authentic, alternative minded, sensitive, and he has self esteem. I actually have a small crush on him. I’m all butterflies when I think about him, it certainly feels like a crush. Is that strange? Am I a crazy freako? S. also admitted that she’s a little attracted to him (um, and that never happens because she is soooooo GAY.) Just a little. Sometimes when he talks I can’t pay attention to what he is saying because he has such a beautiful voice. What kind of crazy lesbos are we?
I have not photographed my embarrassing shoes because I cannot focus on anything else. But I will.
Thank you for all of your support and encouragement during our eventful, odd and ever changing search for sperm.