Someone asked me the other day if I was bothered that my child won't have my DNA. I had to think about this. Ten years ago, yeah, it would have bothered me. I would have wanted a child created from my sperm to extend my family blood line. Granted, my family isn't royalty and really doesn't need a continuous unbroken bloodline, but it felt important - as first son, it felt like something I needed to do. It felt *manly*.
Now, with a little less testosterone running through my body, it ain't so important. I could find a surrogate and could ensure that my DNA continues - my own piece of immortality, but really I just don't care so much. I want a child not because I think it is key that I reproduce my genetic code, but because I'm at the point in my life where I want to offer what I got to a kid. I want to raise a kid and extend my family. We know we'll be good parents - awesome parents - and I want that experience in life. And there are kids out there that need a family. My family. So, blood shmood - I'll have myself cryogenically frozen and reach immortality that way.
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