Tall. Check. Clever. Check. Fully functioning arms, legs, body… check. ‘What’s his medical history like?’ asks my fiancée.
We’ve both had our fill of online dating apps (that’s how we met two and a half years ago) but this one is different – we are about to embark on IVF and, well, we’re missing the magic ingredient. It feels wrong, picking the father of our child online, based on badly lit school photos (complete with pudding-bowl haircuts), but we have little else to go on. Turns out, shopping for sperm is like a bad Tinder experience.
Neither she nor I felt the urge to have children until we met – despite being in our mid-30s, we weren’t desperate to have a child – but in the past two years...