Jumping the Hurdles

So step one, jumping the initial hurdles. I had already done a fair amount of research a couple years back when I was thinking of going to grad school. This is what I knew so far: I would have to fill out some extensive questionnaires about myself and family history; I'd have to stick myself with needles full of hormones for a while; and I'd have to have some sort of camera/needles/I don't even know what else stuck up my hoo-ha. Before I go wasting my time, am I ok with all of these things?

I know the questionnaire doesn't seem too problematic BUT it means I'll have to talk to my parents about stuff. I honestly don't know how they'll feel about the whole me-donating-my-eggs thing in the first place, let alone that announcement followed up with "so dad tell me more about how your mom died please." That sounds like a fun conversation. But you know, they might not approve, but I don't care. I don't need their blessing to do this and if I want to do it, I'm going to do it regardless of their opinions. So conversations might be awkward, they'll last 15 minutes tops and its over.

Needles. Needles and hormones. That sounds super fun. A super duper roller coaster of funness and joy. Needles. Is it really that bad? I feel like its just something you need to get over. Millions of people inject themselves everyday for various medical reasons. What if I got diagnosed with diabetes? I would get over it and inject myself with insulin because its what I had to do. I would get over it. Hormones. Eeeeaarck. I really don't like the idea of screwing with my hormones. My normal cycle makes me irritable and emotional and slightly crazy. God only knows what these kinds of hormones will do to me. But eh...I can be a crazy bitch for a month. Then back to normal. My friends will forgive me.

Cameras, needles and doctors oh my. INSIDE OF ME. Right back on that funness roller coaster with this one. But really...is it the worst thing in the world? No. Could having needles and doctors or cameras put inside of you possibly even compare to having a BABY come OUT of you? No. No it couldn't. There is no comparison. Its going to be uncomfortable for sure. But will it really be the most uncomfortable thing you ever experience in your life? Well, it very well might be. But if it is, I'd say chalk that up as a win because that's a pretty good life.

So check, check and check. Looks like all systems are a go. Next step is to find a egg donation company I suppose. And for the record I know that funness is not a word but I like to use it anyways.