It’s been months, but it’s over.
Last week I was tested again and made my final donation, which felt kinda odd like I should be feeling more than I was. The clinic were lovely and one of the doctors spoke to me and said thankyou very much, and gave me a bottle of champagne to make up for not being able to pay… which I’ve not opened yet. It can wait until I hear of any success.
Talking about it now feels kinda empty. It was months and months! My count, sadly, was somewhat variable so it was all rather irregular and while most of it was spent on twice a week I finished on once a week and there was even a few weeks where we stopped as my count crashed – apparently this is quite normal, just a virus or summat I had months ago messing things up. It recovered soon after but it meant it took a bit longer and in the end I didn’t give a full set of samples, which I feel odd about too.
It’s a very strange process. I’ve been quietly jealous reading the Egg Donor Diary and wishing it had been a short process like that, I’d happily take drugs to make my count go sky high so it only needed to be a few samples! I will remember it as a very odd patch in my life and I now know more about bits of myself and the way my bits work than I ever really wanted to.
While I know I’ve done a good thing really all the tests and routine were a hassle, and I found myself mentally avoiding the topic for quite some time but you get entirely used to it and it just becomes part of your life. But it is a relief when you’re back permanently off the clock. Still I find myself tempted to try and finish the set in a year or two, feels like a job not quite finished and it’s no big hassle – just a potentially long one.
But for now it’s over. Life returns somewhat to normal but as I won’t be ‘available’ as a donor until early next year any news or cause for celebration seems a long way off.