Legal agreements have been signed with our donor - who remains anonymous and is currently open to future contact by her genetic offspring, if they so desire, on her terms.
As Viking said, "we've done what we could." From what I've seen, clinics have far fewer options for open donors that don't require shelling out $30K for an agency to find the donor for you. We felt lucky to find the donor pool we've found in our clinic. At this point we have to cross our fingers and hope for the best.
It's not airtight. I worry about the future - the possibility that if I was able ever to bear a healthy child, they might hit a wall in a search for their genetic family tree. But then I remember that our DNA will be on Facebook in 20 years, given where genetic testing and ancestry.com is heading. Then again, maybe I'm just a natural-born worrier who can worry her way out of a pot-of-gold. Fuck, unicorns trouble me, with their pointy horns that could poke your eye out.
I'm wired this way.
Now I can go back to worrying about producing 8 embryos with Viking's sperm, PGS testing them, and finding a few healthy ones. Because surely I will miscarry one of those suckers. It's what my body knows how to do, right?
We head to the clinic tomorrow, to deposit a sperm sample, talk to a genetic counselor about DOOM and then lay out $14,000 for a package that includes 8 eggs.
Ugh.
Maybe I'm due another trip to my therapist.
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