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Hi, I'm Molly Hawkey. I'm an actor, writer, comedian. I'm 40. I am tragically single, and I've always wanted kids. So I started sperm cast, my quest for a sperm donor, and some personal growth. In season one, I interviewed 19 potential donors and asked them to rate their interest on a scale of one to 10.

Seven, six, five, four, Three, two. Like a one.

I unfortunately will have to withdraw myself from the race.

I'd be a 10.

Wow.

I also talk to doctors, surrogates, egg donors, children of sperm donors, one tarot card reader,

two shamans, and three witches who made me get tapless with them.

Those are perfect for breastfeeding.

Obviously, there was some crying here and there. Oh, we have to take a break.

When I finally had my ducks in a row, it was time for season two, the insemination.

I've never seen a semen in a cup either.

Never has an insemination been more awkward.

Can you hold one of these mics while I put the syringe in?

Eventually, something cool will happen.

Are you pregnant?

Yes.

Are you serious?

Wait, really? Oh my gosh.

Oh my gosh.

But then this.

Do I call this a miscarriage or is it too early to even call it a miscarriage?

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