nokids

I found my egg donor! She was tall, very self-confident, a brain the size of a small planet and convincingly certain that she did not want kids either now or ever. She wanted to put her eggs to good use, felt no emotional attachment to them, but was quite happy to meet any child born as a result in years to come. Fancy passing on the genes of a mathematical genius! (for such she was…) and not only that, but her PhD topic was something to do with probability and genetics - actually, I couldn’t follow her after a couple of sentences when she tried to explain.

Anyway, after an exchange of emails and photographs, my usual letter about the indignities that an egg donor must undergo, together with an explanation of the payment (nil), we met, got on, and decided to get on with it.

After her first clinic appointment, when she was amused that the senior male consultant found her ear stud “prettty” (that had not been the effect she was aiming for), she was deemed suitable by the clinic, and we were ready to go!

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