Over the course of my childhood, my mother had convinced me that IĬame from a line of exceptionally fertile women. That I’d already cleared the biggest hurdle. Marked up donor catalogs with checkmarks and stars, had consulted with spermīank personnel, had sent in photos for donor matching services, and finally had Had waited weeks that turned to months for answers. Potential known donors, had awkward conversations with some of the candidates, It had taken my partner Kellie and me over a year of negotiations toįinally agree on how we would conceive a child. I assumed that the moment semen entered myīody, I would be instantly, irrevocably pregnant. I assumed that in those dark places, everything I assumed I had a fertile body, that the desire I felt to bear aĬhild was a chemical that traveled through my bloodstream, that it informed myĮggs, my ovaries, my uterus. By Jennifer Berney 0 Body Lore: An Excerpt from THE OTHER MOTHERS
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