I was ready to write about something else for my post this week, but then I was contacted by someone who reads my blog, asking me about donor eggs and if I had any tips on how to cope with it. My reply back to her was long enough to fill this article and then some. It got me thinking. I hesitated even writing about donor eggs anymore because I’m sixteen weeks pregnant and frankly, I was hoping everyone would just forget about it. I know that makes me sound like I’m ashamed of it, but I think it comes from a place of fear. That I’ll somehow remind those close to me that my baby inside me isn’t genetically mine and then they’ll remember that after I’ve pushed the baby out and start looking for physical features on her, or worse, start asking questions again. Clearly, writing an article for the public is the best solution for this.
In all seriousness, after I wrote to that person, I knew I needed to visit my donor egg cycle again. I’ve written plenty about it when I was in the throes of the embryo transfer, as well as before that. But how am I feeling when that donor egg became an embryo, fertilized with my husband’s sperm and is now currently squirming around in my stomach as a full-blown baby? The answer: It’s still complicated. One that will probably be addressed on here in the next few articles as well.
Let me let you in on a little secret: I hardly even think about this being a donor egg baby anymore.
Read the rest of this article over at Mom.com.
