I’ve just realised that as much as I’m obsessing about this whole egg donor/surrogacy thing I can’t get moving on anything until I’ve stopped nursing anyway. Argh!! I’m *not* the most patient of souls by any stretch of the imagination so this frustrates me beyond belief.
I absolutely love nursing my little boy (he’s 14 months old by the way) and will miss it terribly once I give it up, but I’ve realised that nursing really does interfere with my life.
1. I can’t drink alcohol (!!!)
2. I can’t donate blood
3. I can’t donate eggs / be a surrogate or even really kickstart these procedures
4. I can’t take birth control (eep!)
5. I can’t have caffeine (coffee, tea OR Coke)
I’m sure there’s a lot more but I can’t think of anything else right now. In the early days I couldn’t eat any (and I do mean ANY) dairy products but luckily those days have passed and I can stuff myself with chocolate without paying for it for the next 24 hours. (*Disclaimer: this list in no way detracts from the joy and satisfaction I get from nursing. 🙂 )
Ironically, realising that I can’t do anything about my new ‘venture’ for a while anyway has made me realise that I’m ready to get started and I want to do it NOW. Oh the joys of having a safety net…(and an iron cast excuse!) In the meantime I’ll carry on with my research, and see how I feel once I’ve weaned my little guy (should be pretty soon anyhow I’d think. I weaned my daughter at 14 months, maternal guilt probably won’t let me breastfeed him for too much longer than I did her!)
If you’re interested in even more rambling at the moment I’m thinking that once my breastfeeding stint is over I’ll go the egg donation route first.
I really, really want to be a surrogate mom one day, but I’m not sure I’m entirely ready to go that route yet… if I cope ok as an egg donor then I think after that I might just be brave enough to do a surrogacy. Does that make any sense at all?
Also, when I first considered egg donation the fact that I was giving up my own genetic material really bothered me. It helped some when I heard the whole thing about how when your neighbour is baking a cake and asks to borrow an egg it doesn’t suddenly make it your cake…but it still just, bothered me.
After reading so many blogs of infertile women and really putting myself in their shoes it dawned on me to look at it from their perspective: (big epiphany here, lol, are you ready?!!?)
If I was told that I could sustain a pregnancy, but didn’t produce any viable eggs, I would definitely want an egg donor. Once those embies were implanted within me I honestly don’t believe that I would for a second doubt that baby was completely mine. If my body grew the baby, sustained the pregnancy, birthed the baby and breastfed the baby then trust me – that baby is MINE and no-one elses. No matter where the egg came from!
So yes, I’m now desperate to cultivate these eggies and help someone get the family they’ve always wanted. But only once I’ve completed my own (breastfeeding) journey with my son – in my own good time. Argh. Baby steps. Patience may be a virtue but it’s NEVER been one of mine!