Finding a donor
For most women the search for the father of their child begins way before they decide to even have a child… they are hunting for a friend, a partner, a mate… for my mummies, they found each other first. After a short courtship, a slightly longer engagement and an even shorter marriage they decided it was time to turn two into three!
It wasn’t as ‘easy’ as monitoring hormones and finding the right time – they had to hit the internet to find a donor – to find a generous, selfless human being who would be willing to give them the greatest gift – ME!
The process of finding a donor is not as easy as you might think – instinctually you look these men and their photographs and you view them as you would a partner. They had to fight these feelings and look for men who would be suitable DNA providers, not life partners. They found many men and communicated with these gentlemen only for them to change their mind, or let them down when it came to meeting them.
But they found The One! A PhD scientist (Big Mummy is a scientist) and a history nerd (so is Little Mummy). He is tall like Big mummy with blue eyes like little mummy. He was keen, willing and also happy to donate to bless me with a sibling!
Finding out they were pregnant
After 8 donations they were beginning to feel like this wouldn’t happen for them. With little mummy being older she was going first. They had done everything “right”. Little mummy had stopped drinking, she was taking her conception vitamins every day, she was eating well, drinking lots of water, and weeing on ovulation strips constantly. Multiple tracking apps were being used to ensure they covered all of their bases.
Thursday night before half term, Big Mummy had noticed the dogs were being weird… “Shall we do a test?” Little Mummy went into the downstairs loo, and took the test – Big Mummy was watching through the crack in the door. Big Mummy knew from the look on Little Mummy’s face that the test was positive! They both cried a bit, and laughed a bit and got excited… then got really scared…
So I was just chilling and growing, but Little Mummy had a little bit of tummy pain – nothing to do with me… but her and Big Mummy were scared so they went to the doctor who sent them for a scan… I was there, but I was tiny, just a little yolk sac no heart beat yet (but seriously what did they want from me?!). The nice lady at the hospital brought them back two weeks later and there I was with my beating heart… Both of my mummies were so excited to see my little beating heart and that I was growing as the doctors expected me to.
12 week scan – how things had changed
My mummies didn’t tell many people about me growing inside of Little Mummy – just one of my aunties and a couple of people at work who needed to know! It was the last day of term before the Christmas holidays, and they had to go for the 12 week dating scan.
Drinking the litres of water ready for the scan was very difficult for Little Mummy, and she had to be a little bit sick in the car park! I don’t mean to make her sick… but Big Mummy finds it very funny!
There I was – a perfectly formed little baby. Ten fingers and toes, and a squishy nose. I was perfect and they both fell in love with me instantly! They couldn’t wait to get back to work to tell EVERYONE that they know that they were expecting their June bundle of joy!
Ssssshhhhh to social media – telling the family/friends
Once my mummies had that 12 week scan they set about telling friends and family. They wanted to make the announcement for the family special – so they printed special frames and put my scan picture into the frames and wrapped them up as Christmas presents. We went around to the family to visit and they gave them one to open early. Some family members were SUPER EXCITED. My auntie was also growing my cousin Grace at the time so she was so really excited that her baby could be friends with me. I mean who wouldn’t want to be friends with me.
My mummies have decided that they don’t want me to be splashed all over social media, and also have decided to keep the pregnancy a little bit schtum until I come out. It has been hard for them as the close friends who know do know keep tagging them in things on FaceBook!