I just came to work from a visit to the fertility clinic with V. Early in the morning we met up at her home to complete a questionnaire, she gave me half a glass of water and said "drink it". "It's special, I suppose" I answered, "yes, drink it". I gulped it down, and tasted nothing special. "It's blessed" she said. I smiled.
The train was packed, V. made it into a car, but there was no space for me. I ran the length of the train to find a car where I could squeeze in, and we re-encountered when we reached our station. We made it to the clinic just in time for our appointment.
The receptionist noticed we listed different addresses and confirmed this was correct. When we came into the appointment with the doctor she asked how long had we had been trying, "we haven't tried" V. answered. "What do you use as a contraception method?" she asked. I interceded "We were together about nine months ago, and we dated three months. We weren't looking to have a child together, but we weren't opposed to it either, so we used natural precautions". With this the doctor understood our situation and referred to this as our "fertility project".
The doctor presented us a couple of slides demonstrating fertility rates according to age among other things. She said that the most viable way of having a baby together was with donor eggs. In our situation, the chances of having an IVF concluding in a birth is below 10%. "The most difficult part is the emotional one", the doctor warned. V. said she wanted to go ahead, and only do it with donor eggs if hers didn't work out. I assented in agreement. We had already agreed before, I'm out of our "fertility project" if the eggs are not hers.
Perhaps I'm so clear about this because I had a long term relationship with a Spanish woman who had a friend who donated eggs (in exchange of money). Her friend was good on paper, but knowing her personality and health habits (borderline-like, lots of drinking and moderate on hard drugs), I wouldn't want to procreate with her. Perhaps I'm being hypocritical, it's not like I have the best personality or the best habits, but a big part of why I'm saying yes to this is because V. is top tier in this regard.
At the end of our consultation they lead me into a small room with a TV, a sink and a chair. I was disinterested in viewing whatever was on the TV (porn I assume?), so I resorted to my imagination. When the moment of orgasm came I hurriedly reached for the cup and awkwardly tried to position my penis inside of it, half ruining my orgasm. I knew I had more inside the tank so I beat at it furiously until I the other half of my orgasm came back and I was able to provide a full sample.
As I had to arrive to work I left immediately while V. was being informed about costs and other things. The chances that we are both genetic parents of a baby is low, but we're willing to try.