The Gift that Keeps on Giving…

REUmmmmm-ok, was my reaction after our first meeting with the egg donation people (EDP), I don’t know what else to call them even though that seems so vanilla-but, that’s what they are, right? I gotta say, this was an experience for the books–listening to a woman with an elevator pitch so precise with just the right combination of emotion and poise, try to sell us another woman’s eggs–boy, that’s a conversation you could never predict. Is she for real?, I kept thinking, I know for us it coudn’t have been more serious but how she kept a straight face the entire time I will never know. I know that’s terrible, I mean afterall, this woman could become the most important person in my life, in fact, she already is! The only part of this meeting that felt even remotely “normal” to me what the fact that we were rating women, seriously. I’ve been sort of secretly doing that my whole life, you know, real, fake, etc. Rating someone on their egg quality is slightly different, and I found myself caring about their SAT scores as well as their natural hair color! This is just rediculous! Most people just have sex and all those qualities are automatically determined-now WE are choosing the ingredients-dare I call this creepy…for me, a little bit.

But I’m curious, if this is the only way to have a child, would you do it?

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