Counsellor (who has an accent): “Are your periods normal?”
Me (shooting “M” a confused look):
“huh? Parents?”
“M”: “Yeah, ya mum”
Me (looking back to counsellor):
“Are my parents normal???” (thinking to
myself….define normal)
Counsellor: “Are your PERIODS normal?”
Me: “OH! Yes, yes they’re normal”
Yesterday afternoon we had our mandatory counselling session for the
baby-making process. I had been stressing about it for a week. What questions
will they ask? Is there a right/wrong answer? Will she put a big red FAIL stamp
next to our names? If so, can we resit the counselling test in 4 weeks? I was
more nervous about this session than I was going for my driver’s licence…...for
the second time (I failed the first time).
All that worrying wasn’t necessary. The purpose of the counselling
session is to talk to couples using donor sperm about things that may arise
within your family unit after having a child in a same sex family. She asked us
questions like, what will you tell the child when he/she asks why “Johnny” has
a mum & a dad & they don’t? How will you tell the child? She asked
about our own family backgrounds and environments and also our relationship. We
discussed our support systems, our family and friends. She also talked to us
about using an unknown donor and all that it involves and why we decided on
that route. We went over the legalities as well. There was really nothing to be
nervous about. Everything we discussed in our counselling session, Kate and I
had already talked about anyway, as I’m sure a lot of people going through this
process will have done before getting to this stage.
We passed with flying colours
and I couldn’t wait to get out of there. It felt like sitting in the boss’s
office. We walked out with a sigh of relief that we could cross that step off
our list and we were now one step closer to having a baby. Kate cracked a few
funnies about my parents being normal and
we headed home to make pizzas.
Now we just wait for my period to arrive so I can have my blood tests
and ultrasound before our next scheduled Drs appointment. It’s the first time
since getting my period at the age of 12 that I’m actually hanging for it to
get here. It better not be late, dammit!
The closer we get, the MORE exciting it gets. This is really happening!
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