It's just a number, right? It could be anything-how many dusty pennies are rolling around in your car, the oven temp you need to set to make those yummy and not-really-helping-the-diet chocolate chip cookies you bought in that sugar low you were conveniently having at the supermarket, the amount of time in seconds it took to yell at your husband for leaving his dirty socks YET AGAIN on the floor in the living room. Just three little numbers.
Not for us.
It's our donor's number. Our match. The person we've been waiting for. And she's everything that we could have hoped for in a match. No, she doesn't look exactly like me (and who will, really) but she looks like she could be related to me, and she's a proven donor. When I got the call to come in and look at the pictures (we get to see pictures if the donor allows) that she sent in I felt an indescribable calm, like I knew that this was the person and that this would all work out. And it was definitely worth the wait.
Ask, and you shall receive.
We're on our way, bitches! BOO-YA!