This post is mainly for me.
More of a journal entry.
Today I donated my eggs using IVF for the second (and final) time.
I feel completely exhausted and overwhelmed and relieved and hopeful and anxious and grateful.
I took competitiveness to a new level when I polished off the 4 mini packs of biscuits, 3 sandwiches and 2 glasses of apple juice and was discharged all within 30 minutes of waking up from the anesthetic.
I downed shots of coffee in quick succession and then got all chatty.
I asked the lab to play Barry White music while my 9 lovely eggs made sweet sweet love in a dish to my donor recipients husbands sperm.
I got to 3 o’clock before feeling a bit sore and woozy and needing a lie down.
I discussed appropriate penmanship for 3 year olds with the lovely British surgeon while not wearing any underwear.
I remembered my date of birth each and every one of the 19 times that I was asked today.
I managed to tie up the gown so that my bum didn’t stick out but considering what the procedure was that was probably the least of my worries.
And now I am tired.
And hoping that all those 9 little eggs embrace those swimmers with open arms and settle down for a long and happy lives together.
But most of all my wish is that H gets the family that she wants so dearly and the her persistence in persisting pays off.