To my surprise, a few weeks later I received a congratulatory e-mail and phone call letting me know that a couple had chosen me to be their donor. I was excited and nervous all at once.
Did they choose me because I look like them? Or is it because I was on the Dean’s List? Maybe it’s my love for running. Or literature? Thoughts swirled through my head like a midwest tornado. No matter the reason, I was thrilled to be chosen.
I am able to donate a part of myself to help another couple conceive a child. Does it get any more amazing than that? Science just continues to knock my socks off.
I am getting ahead of myself. I am not getting shot up with hormones quite yet. I had to visit the fertility center once again today and give them an entire cup of my urine (I usually say pee, but I’ll be technical for you) as well as half a dozen viles of my blood. Once again I had to lay there, spread eagle as they stuck the long probe up my lady parts. I was able to count the follicles on my ovaries along with the doctor. 1,2,3,4…all the way to 19. Apparently that’s a pretty good number.
Besides the fact that I may create a human life from this process, I also get to learn an array of information about myself. I will learn just how fertile I am, if I have any genetic markers for certain diseases and basically everything under the sun.
It will be several weeks until I hear about my bazillion blood tests. From there we either move forward or put the brakes on the process. Hopefully we move forward because I so badly want to do this. I want a couple to experience pregnancy, childbirth and parenthood. Maybe their baby will come out running or talking super fast like me! Who knows.