A Little Friendly Egg Donation

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This whole infertility thing has turned into a life of its own, it kind of feels like a monster that just gets bigger and bigger, sucking the life out of everything in its sight. I don’t know of an uglier beast. Am I exaggerating? Maybe a little…

The beast, I’ve discovered, actually has some redeeming qualities. Hard to believe, I know, but lately all signs seem to be pointing in the same direction–the road to egg donation. The idea of egg donation has been sort of a faint and misty cloud hanging over me for some time, its presence always felt but not really tangible. The moment I say yes to egg donation is kind of a mini surrender that forces me to acknowledge that I can’t have my own child. And maybe that’s the answer…to follow this new path that all the signs are pointing to. I can’t help but wonder if I should be looking for the big sign though, you know, the burning bush or the shooting star. Or will the feeling be more internal, something that feels stronger and stronger over time–like love.

Confession for the day is that I am fairly resentful that this continues to rob me of time, money, and emotional stability–over and over and over.

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