It has now been two weeks since the doctor's appointment where we were given the results and it has been one week since I started my daily hormone injections, Bridget has been the most amazing wife, she is so attentive and she's the one that's given me the injections, I was never a big user of any drugs really but the thought of injecting myself brings back memories I would rather forget. I have also been overly emotional, crying over something stupid on TV or when I have a minor disagreement with Bridget, which is totally out of character for me. Another thing I have noticed is my body feels overly sensitive – my boobs have been sore the past few days but apparently that's to be expected – this does kind of make me glad my part is only two weeks long, poor Bridget will have nine months of this if all goes well. I'm currently laying on the sofa, waiting for Bridget to get home from work so she can give me my next injection, this one will take us to the halfway point and I can't wait for the retrieval to take place a week on Tuesday. Tonight the plan is to sit down and pick out our sperm donor, we're getting a 'fresh sample' not frozen as apparently this will increase our chances of conceiving.

"Franky, where are you baby?" I hear Bridget call out from the hall and reply saying I'm on the sofa, I can hear her going in the direction of our bedroom, no doubt to retrieve the hormone injection from our ensuite. Sure enough, a few minutes later she back, changed into comfy clothes and holding the dreaded needle.

"Hey Gidge, how was work?"

"It was okay darling, I'm happy to be home though, you ready for your injection?"

"As ready as I ever am, let's just get it over with please, oh then we can pick our baby daddy." I let out a chuckle and wink at Bridget.

"Please never, ever say 'baby daddy' again, that sounds so sleazy Franky." Bridget admonishes with a playful slap to my arm.

"Ow, ow sorry honey, I'm sorry" I say with a pout.

Thirty minutes later, the injection long forgotten, we are sitting going through the database of profiles the clinic has sent us, there are a lot of different factors to consider, however the agreed most important for myself and Bridget is health. We want to ensure there are no hereditary diseases from the donor's side, as far as I am aware there are none from mine. The next would be getting someone with the same colouring as Bridget, to try and make our child as much of a blend as the two of us as possible.

"Okay Franky what about him? Blue eyes, dark blonde hair, with your colouring that could blend quite well, also no known diseases within the family, 20/20 vision, oh and he's a research scientist."

"Hm, he looks good actually, I mean he fits the profile we had talked about. This is probably the weirdest thing I've ever done Gidge, I mean we're talking about our child and we need to pick some random guy for his sperm. Wouldn't it be so much nicer if we could do this the traditional way?"

"Ha, well yes it would be but unfortunately we don't have the right equipment for that Franky. Seriously though, what do you think of this guy? Early 30's as well so age is on his side." I smile at Bridget; I must admit this guy does seem perfect.

"I'll be honest with you Gidge, I think this dude and I would make a really cute baby." I wink at her.

"I think so too darling, so is this him? Are we going to use this donor for our baby?" I take a deep breath then pull Bridget into a massive hug.

"Yes baby, that's the one." I whisper in her ear.