It also spawned an awesome superhero name that I'm totally stealing once the powers kick in.
Still, they had a willing surrogate -- my aunt Linda -- and they made it happen. It turns out this was a huge deal -- my family has had to tell this story publicly ever since the media somehow found out about me shortly before I was born. If you haven't seen the headlines, you've probably read about me in your biology textbook.
Mary Fletcher via Alice Kirkman
You know, you don't have to phrase it like a weird talk show topic.
So, just to make it clear: I was the product of my mother's egg, a sperm donor, and my aunt's womb. You might think this last part would be very confusing to a kid ("Isn't your "mother" the woman you popped out of? Do you have two moms?"), but I'm no closer to Linda than I am to my other aunt. And because it's been talked to death both in my family and in public (more on that in a moment), that's just a part of the story. It was never a secret.
What I sometimes get hung up on is the sperm donation part, because that was more of a mystery to me. The nice man who wanked in a cup to create me didn't want his family to know and didn't especially want me to find out who he was. Still, I figured it out when I was 12 because I was going through a private detective phase, and my mum is a sucker for my puppy dog eyes. He knows I know, but we've never sat down and discussed it.
"Hey, want to talk about that time you masturbated?" is never going to be a good conversation starter.
This sticking point is why I always say that if you're planning on having kids in an unusual way, make sure you tell them constantly, so it becomes boring, normal, irritating, and not a potential emo song lyric when they're teenagers. I wasn't especially angsty about any of it (we really are the happy poster family for assisted reproductive technology, or ART), but there were a couple of truly awful poems written about it all when I was 15. Aside from the natural curiosity any kid would have, there's the fact that the circumstances of my birth were the subject of international headlines. It was kind of hard to avoid. Speaking of which ...