Desperately Seeking Something

My first blog post.  I think I’ll have a moment of silence.  There we go.  I got inadvertantly sucked into blogs at least a year ago.  As a matter of fact it had to be longer than that.  Heck, when I started reading Julia was not yeat pregnant with the 13s and now they are practically grown. I don’t exactly know how I got to this point. I can tell you that it oddly started because I was wide awake one night watching an infomercial about the bean. The next day I searched online for the bean and instead found a blog about a stay at home dad. He’s since went private. Through a series of many comments I stumbled across Julie and was hooked. I read the entire blog from start to finish and am now so happy that she is now pregnant again. I quickly found I enjoyed reading about these people and found myself rooting for them. I’m not infertile, but so many of the blogs I read are about infertility. Odd? Maybe. There has been a bit of infertility in my own family though I somehow lucked out on that. I have 3 cousins with PCOS and a great aunt who adopted back in the 60’s or early 70’s because of her own fertility struggles. My BFF is adopted because of her mom’s fertility struggles. Sooo, it hasn’t directly affected me, but it’s all around. This had led me to an interesting place. All of this reading and researching has seemed to stir something in me. This past Monday, 3 days before my 29th birthday, I sent in my application to become an egg donor. I wish I had done it a couple of years ago when my eggs were a bit younger. I nope I am approved and matched with someone. This just feels right. So, I’m 29 today. I’m “desperately seeking something”, but I’m not quite sure what that is. Maybe we can find out together.