Holy...

This was supposed to be impossible. After years of buying very expensive snake-oil, and a thousand or so in co-pays to the world's worst ob-gyn, after giving up all hope, after crossing out of my grey area of kind of wanting it into firmly in the camp of happy, child-rearing semi-retirement, and well after abandoning prayer for it...
At 44, I have sired a zygote.
I will be able to celebrate my youngest's high school graduation and my first Social Security check with one party.
Very sobering. Pray for me. Pure glee to follow.
Holy...