It kind of feels like I’m adopting my own son. Mostly because due to an agreement, I can’t post him online unless his face is blurred not that I have a problem with it, but it was part of the agreement when I decided to have a donor. Luckily I can do my birth plan my own way. Unless something serious comes, my birth plan includes an epidural, pushing him out naturally because he’s in the correct position, having my dad cut the cord as well as video tape him coming out since he had front row seats towards my daughter the last time she was born, and plan for afterwards to have foods that I could not have as long as they’re not dangerous towards my milk. However, I do like the fact that people will constantly ask me who’s the father and I have to say there is none. It’s just funny to watch the reaction. Sometimes I say that for my daughter and then I’m gonna have to do the same for my son.


