Why L.A.

For the past 5 months I've been working on a project with two wonderful men from Paris. We're building a baby. It involves me, the egg donor, and another great lady, the surrogate, and of course the gentlemen who must provide the other ingredients.

First, I had to make the eggs, and lots of them. A woman on a natural cycle would make just one egg, on this sci-fi journey I made at least 20. It took lots of fertility hormones and I got real plump for a couple months, then we went to L.A. to suck'em out of me. It was a process...They then inseminated the eggs and according to our doctor the embryos are ''Absolutely beautiful.'' Here they are = the daddies call them Tic and Tac, for now



All of us met up for dinner on our last night in L.A. to celebrate, as one of the fathers puts it, ''the beginning of the beginning...or the end of the beginning...or the beginning of the end...'' or, you get it.

The surrogate was successfully implanted with the embryos and now we shall wait for the tech-assisted miracle to grab hold of her life-baring womb.