Although our donor is technically "anonymous," I know a lot about her. Not only do I have her profile with photos and a lot of personal information, you may recall that I also found a personal website about a year ago that revealed a lot of information about her (I posted about that here).
So when I sat down at my gate at the San Diego airport this morning and she was there, I recognized her immediately. I could hardly believe my eyes at first--thought my mind was playing tricks on me--but I didn't doubt for a moment that it was she.
It seems like such a huge coincidence that we were on the same flight. There are eleven daily flights from San Diego to my city on that airline alone, not to mention others, and it appeared that she was just catching a connection in Phoenix. Also, this trip was just a quick, overnight visit for business for me, and the first time I'd been to San Diego since our embryo transfer over three years ago.
What are the odds that she and I would be on the same flight?
It was really interesting for me to be able to see her "in the flesh," and although I was very tempted to talk to her, I resisted that temptation because I didn't want to seem like a creepy stalker.
Life is very strange sometimes.