It’s not unheard-of for a lesbian couple to ask a close male friend to donate; but I’d naively assumed that my height — let’s just say I round up to five-foot-six on my license — would insure me against finding myself in this situation. Of all the men you know, my thinking went, why approach one guaranteed to ruin your child’s N.B.A. chances?
If I’m not “father” to this child, who am I? Tori and Kelly suggested “Uncle David” to hint at a biological connection, but I worry that might lead to an unfortunate Maury Povich moment. (Wait, my uncle is my father?!) Maybe just “David,” or is that too impersonal? I half-seriously offered “Bio-Dad” as a solution. It would, after all, be an accurate description of our relationship, with the bonus of making me sound like a superhero. Jokes aside, it left me uneasy that something as simple as naming our relationship could prove so complicated.
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