It's been a while since I mentioned the whole donating embryos thing. Mostly because the plan has been both literally and metaphorically on ice...the intended recipient is moving slowly, which I understand and respect.
I'm still feeling good about it, both the decision to donate in general and the specific situation. It's what I wanted, in a way, for Dr. Gorgeous to set up a match. She did, although it wasn't intentional on her part.
The thing that worries me the most at this point is not the details of "what if it works," but rather "what if it doesn't." I know I'll feel responsible, even though logically that makes no sense. I worry about what it will do to my relationship with recipient, which is developing into a real friendship. And I worry about what it will do to me, if it fails or worse, if it ends in a miscarriage.
There was one very lucky, hardy embryo in that batch. I hope there's one more.
I'm still feeling good about it, both the decision to donate in general and the specific situation. It's what I wanted, in a way, for Dr. Gorgeous to set up a match. She did, although it wasn't intentional on her part.
The thing that worries me the most at this point is not the details of "what if it works," but rather "what if it doesn't." I know I'll feel responsible, even though logically that makes no sense. I worry about what it will do to my relationship with recipient, which is developing into a real friendship. And I worry about what it will do to me, if it fails or worse, if it ends in a miscarriage.
There was one very lucky, hardy embryo in that batch. I hope there's one more.
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