This isn't a how-to. I'm not a pinterest mom. I'm a firm believer in faking it 'til you make it. This is for all the millennials out there who secretly have no idea what they're doing. I'm looking at you, millennial caregivers. 

Magic DNA

I have to share this dream that I had because it was so ridiculous and bizarre. 

In my dream, S and I went to the fertility clinic and it was so overly futuristic. There were lots of lasers and LED lights and bizarre outfits that the doctors wore. The doctors led us over to a big platform where we could view all of our embryos on their own little stages lit up by LED lights. There were about 10 of them. 

We sat behind this big computer screen where we could select the embryos individually and see every little personality trait and what they would look like. It was really fun and we were having a great time until we got to the last two embryos.  We noticed that they were part African American-- this was weird because both S and I are white. Very white. We were a little confused and when we asked the doctors about it they told us that sometimes celebrities liked to donate to good causes and someone donated to us! In the dream we were thrilled! 

Then, of course, Magic Johnson came out with a big smile and shook our hands and congratulated us on getting some of his "magic" DNA. All of the doctors and nurses around us in their future outfits started applauding. Magic told us not to worry because the doctors had already taken the HIV out of our embryos. S and I were both so excited that we got celebrity DNA in our babies, but we were also a little weirded out because... well, this scenario is weird. 

And that was the end of the dream. 

I told my brother about it and asked him what he thought. In true M fashion, his response was "Well, I guess Magic Johnson is in the back of all of our mind. I mean, is he okay? How is he doing?" 


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