I know it is no one’s fault (or mine if anyone’s as we decided not to tell people we’d gone through egg donation) but today I’m finding it hard to come to terms with the fact my daughter isn’t from my egg. I know it’s just a thing people say when they meet your baby at the very least, or maybe people see some resemblance automatically, but sometimes it’s a bit hard to hear it when people say she looks like me. I know I should be happy people think that and I know I should have expected it, but it gets me thinking I wish she had my genes so I could pass something on to her from me. And I know there is research being done that’s saying the carrying mother can affect the growing embryo and most days that is enough for me, and most days I am just so grateful to have been able to carry our child and have our amazing healthy daughter now, I wouldn’t care if we’d had to have plucked her from a tree, but just occasionally I wish she had my DNA. And then she smiles at me and it is forgotten.