I became an egg donor because I was excited about the monetary compensation (I had student loans to pay off, after all) and interested in a new kind of adventure, and it evolved into so much more. Donating my eggs, especially to this mother, was one of the most meaningful experiences in my life. When my coordinator let me know that another couple wanted to work with me, I said yes with no hesitation!
Reflecting on my first donation, I wished that I had kept a diary of my experience. So this time, I did! I hope that it helps readers get a sense of the experience, especially women considering egg donation.
It's been more than a year since my last donor cycle, so the agency with which I work needed to ask a bunch of questions to update my family tree and genetic history, draw several vials of blood (like seven! but it goes fast), and make sure that I'm mostly sane.
I had an especially nice chat with the counselor today. We connected over my career aspirations, and she explained the results of my Personality Assessment Inventory. Apparently I was more honest this time about my faults and foibles than I was in 2012. Obviously I still tested positive for "really awesome," though. (And a little narcissism, go figure!)
The reproductive agency called today to let me know that the results of my blood test came back, and my thyroid levels (TSH) were a little high. They're putting me on thyroid medicine right away and I'll be re-tested in four weeks. I'm crossing my fingers tight that this isn't a harbinger of a canceled donor cycle.. or of serious health issues. Today's call threw my groove off a bit!
Sooo I've been on thyroid medication for like two months now and it is just making my thyroid all wonky. They changed my dosage and hopefully that'll do the trick. I have another blood draw (TSH blood draw #3!) next week. Happily the egg recipients seem patient. I must have great eggs. Couture eggs.
My thyroid is still not cooperating. The doctor thinks that they may have re-tested me too early, however. I'm disappointed.
MUCH BETTER NEWS! The agency called me and I was so sure they were going to say that the recipient had given up on me and better luck next time. But instead they told me that my TSH levels were pretty close to what they needed and they had just tested me too early, so they were going to go ahead and approve me to start the egg donor cycle. I will start the ovary-plumping, egg-encouraging medication next week. I'm so excited!
Had urine and blood samples collected today and turned in a waiver that says I got a new tattoo within the past 12 months and that it was given in a reputable tattoo parlor that uses sterile needles, et cetera. I also had my first (transvaginal) ultrasound of the cycle! No cysts on my ovaries and things look good.
FedEx delivered my medications today. There are a LOT of them. I need to refresh my memory on how to administer them!
It's supposedly the week of my egg retrieval surgery, and I'm feeling excited and impatient. I've been injecting myself with medications each day for a little over a week now. The injections are administered by syringe into my belly. The first time I did this, in 2012, I was so scared. But it was a total breeze and didn't hurt at all. This time around, I feel like an old pro and I'm barely fazed by it at all. Tomorrow I have another blood test and ultrasound, and hopefully they like what they see.
I had the blood draw and ultrasound appointment today, and GOOD NEWS! They are ready for me to administer my Lupron trigger tonight. That basically preps me for ovulation and egg retrieval surgery, which takes place 36 hours after the trigger. I'm so excited!
|They gave me a printout of my ultrasound. Look at those happy little overstuffed ovaries!|
My last blood test was this morning. I responded well to the trigger and I am set for surgery tomorrow, yippee! For now I'm just going to relax and look forward to the amazing nap I'll get tomorrow when I'm under anesthesia. I don't get to eat or drink anything after midnight tonight until after surgery
I checked in to surgery half an hour early and put on my cap and gown.
A nice nurse with a great handshake administered my IV and answered all my questions while I signed the consent forms. I walked to the OR and climbed awkwardly up onto the bed, which was a little too high for me - especially embarrassing considering my tush was hanging out in the surgical gown. But soon the oxygen mask was on me and I was asked to take deep breaths, and then... I woke up where I had started, groggy and a little crabby at having been disturbed from a wonderfully deep nap, and suddenly ravenous.
|Wake up and take a selfie.|
I felt very well otherwise, and ate animal crackers until it was time to be released. When I checked out, the nurse at the front gave me a beautiful bunch of flowers that the recipient parents had had delivered - so sweet! I went home with a prescription for antibiotics and pain medicine.
Almost a week later, I still feel perfectly fine. (I did learn the hard way yesterday why you're supposed to take antibiotics with food, but I've recovered from throwing up in the office restroom.) Donating my eggs this time around was another wonderful experience, and I hope I get to do it again soon!