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New ads, new contacts, new emailing correspondence – eventually I found a new egg donor.

We chatted over the telephone and then she kindly invited me for lunch. I knew that one of the most important aspects of getting this relationship to work was to minimise the inconvenience to the egg donor, so I needed someone who lived as close as possible to the clinic (as well as being intelligent, nice, fertile, agreeing to meet the child when 18 etc, etc, etc – I wasn’t asking much!) As I did not live near to the clinic myself, that meant yet another 4 hour whizz down the motorway for me.

My new egg donor E did indeed have all those qualities that I was seeking. In addition, she had 3 young children and was only 27, with a degree in biology, specialising in genetics. I had a lovely lunch with her – we thoroughly got on, and I loved chatting to her 18 month old little girl, who eventually felt relaxed enough with me to climb onto my lap.

Of course, I was on trial too, so I was not as relaxed as my new little friend – I was so conscious that I had to win mum round too. Kind egg donors are as rare as hen’s teeth. Getting on with E’s little girl helped a lot I think – she could see I liked kids and they liked me.

Anyway, we reached agreement about everything, and E convinced me that her partner was supportive. I did the usual – writing her a letter setting out what we had agreed and confirming that I could only pay her expenses, and she signed and returned one copy of the letter for me to keep. The letter included her full name and date of birth together with her partner’s surname, as they were planning to marry at some point in the future. This was so that I would always be able to trace her if the child wanted to get in touch when grown up. I provided E with similar identifying information about myself.

So we were all set to go.

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