The One With My Egg Donor

Date: 6/30/2024

I’m sitting in a booth at a restaurant with Renee and Aunt Buggy when we start getting a call at a rotary phone on the table. I answer it and immediately recognize the voice over the phone to be Aunt Marni’s. I hand it over to Aunt Buggy, irritated, and start making sarcastic comments. At some point, I end up somewhere else and I’m on the phone with Aunt Buggy. I can hear her crying as I finally start listing all the reasons we’re not happy about her thing with Aunt Marni. I start to forget my points and feel like I’m talking in circles … I’m going to see what’s apparently supposed to be my old house with Brody and Renee. We let ourselves in and walk through room by room. We reach a little girl’s room and I start reminiscing about how this used to be “our room” — Renee and I apparently shared it — when I notice a shelf on the wall with several E.T. plush toys and figurines. We’re amazed at what a funny coincidence this is, and I decide that it’s meant to be. At some point, we end up near the front door when we see a woman with curly dark hair approaching. I realize that she must be the new owner of the house. We all end up outside with the woman, her mother, and her daughter. I remember that this is the egg donor I used for the twins (not in real life). They introduce themselves to the babies as “your mom, your sister, and your grandma.” I start crying as I think about what this all means and wonder if it makes me less of a mother than the twins aren’t biologically mine … I’m walking out of what feels like a mall with Renee. We make it to a large van — that’s apparently hers — and get in to find Willow, who we’ve accidentally left there for hours by herself … I’m on a small boat tied to a dock when Peyton gets in with her brand new baby girl, Taylor. I’m surprised to see them here because I remember that she was apparently born only a couple of days ago. She holds her up to Audrey and I see that she’s not only bigger than Audrey, but looks far more developed and aware than a normal two-day old baby. I’m also vaguely confused as to why I didn’t meet her in the hospital. We leave the dock and as Peyton sits there and chats with me, I start to wonder how she already looks so thin.