Pee Antipathy

Wednesday, June 20 – 8dt5dt. I peed on another stick this morning, and the line was darker than yesterday’s, so I went back to bed and cried. The line was darker, which means I’m probably really pregnant.

Bummer. I was sort of hoping the line would disappear.

What if one of my other embryos is better than the one they put in me? I have 6 totsicles on ice, and if this pregnancy fades away, I could have another shot at a better-looking, smarter child. But none of that matters at this point anyhow. I’m already pregnant with whatever this is that’s growing inside me.

If it does keep growing, that is. I can never eat when I’m depressed, and if I don’t eat something soon, this baby might just whither away from malnourishment. Or I could accidentally miss a couple estrogen pills. Or stop taking my shots. Or maybe the yolk sac will be empty. Or the thing could just fall away on its own. This embryo is about the size of a poppy seed right now, so I’d never notice it go. And how much would it really matter if it isn’t actually mine?

OK, it’s mine-ish, I guess. And everyone keeps telling me that at some point I will absolutely love this baby and I won’t give the genetic thing a second thought. That we’ll bond. I believed it before or else I wouldn’t have moved forward with the transfer, but now here I am again: wondering if I will love this child as much as I should. I suppose I could eventually, but all I know right now is that no one would have to assure me of these things if it were my egg.

But it’s not my egg, and these aren’t my genes, and maybe that’s a good thing. I’m not that great. People think I’m a good person because I work at non-profits and volunteer and do yoga, but the truth is I’m vain. And I judge people. I judged a woman yesterday for wearing an oversized Elmo t-shirt, and I’m judging this baby for not being genetically related to me. I’m judging myself for being a shitty person, and I’m judging you for thinking I’m a shitty person. And if you don’t think I’m a shitty person, then I’m judging you even more.

Maybe it’s always like this for donor egg recipients. Or maybe I’m more fucked-up than the rest. God knows I’ve talked about all this shit before, but I sort of thought that the bulk of my grief was behind me. Granted these spiraling thoughts of gloom are fewer and further between, but what the fuck, dude? I’m pregnant now – so far, at least – and this isn’t exactly the time to consider whether or not configuring a genetically-engineered child was a good idea.

A pregnancy 5 years in the making, and I’m upset about it. Ain’t I a piece of work?

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My eggs don't work, so I manifested a baby via egg donation. Let's blog and see what happens.
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7 Responses to Pee Antipathy

  1. Let’s be honest. The bitch in the Elmo t-shirt had it coming.

    Signed,
    Even Shittier

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  2. TeeJay says:

    I think your feelings are normal. It’s really hard to greive the loss of a genetic link to your child. I can’t relate entirely to what you are feeling because I don’t feel that way but I can understand your feelings. And it’s ok to feel them. My brain works like this…no, there’s no real genetic link to this baby I’m carrying but I’m sharing everything through the umbilical cord and the placenta so there is some sort of biological connection there. It’s not as much as I wanted, of course, but it’s what I’ve come to accept. I hope that you can get over this hurdle. I don’t have any magic words to make you fall in love with your pregnancy…I can just hope that you will find the happiness that you seek.

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  3. raymond1905 says:

    I’m so sorry that you have to deal with all these emotions in a time that should be full of excitement. But I think that your feelings are 100% normal! No matter how prepared you were for this news, you couldn’t prepare for exactly how you would respond. Now that it is real, there was a positive, the real grieving begins. I cannot claim to understand exactly how you feel, but I pray that with time you’ll be able to work through this and come to realize that you have a lot of love to give. I agree with the post above, you are sharing a biological connection. This baby is YOURS, you are giving it life. Hugs.

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  4. Gena says:

    Ha! I totally don’t think you are a shitty person. I think you are awesome..and I didn’t even know that you volunteered! I do guess though since I TOTALLY would have judged the lady in a friggen Elmo T-shirt (and likely would have pointed her out to my husband so we both could laugh) I must be a shitty person too…I think we would make fabulous IRL friends! : )

    I have no doubt at all that you will love your baby fiercely! But, grieving your genetic loss is horribly hard and painful and it sneaks back up on you when you think you have won, at least for me at this point….though I have heard it gets better.

    I completely get your indifference. When you want something so bad and have been doing everything you can to make it happen and seeing it potentially slipping away…it is so much easier to wish it gone. I hear ya. You are not alone and most definitely NOT at shitty person!!

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  5. Well, I found your blog looking for blogs of people who have used donor embryos, since that’s what I am doing now and I wanted to see what it was like for other people. But, when I read this post, it was a bit like reading my own scary, unspeakable, thoughts. I am currently waiting to test from a transfer of a donated embryo, and I am struggling with both the want and disdain for things not being the way they should be. I’m new to the idea and experience of donor embryos/eggs and while I thought I would be just fine with it, it turns out I am struggling in many of the same ways you mentioned,

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    • TG says:

      I love your comment. I can’t tell you what a comfort it is to have an emotional community is all of this. Yes, I struggle, and I like to think that any healthy person would have these “scary, unspeakable” thoughts. I try to tell myself that I just have to feel it all now, work through it, and then mother my kids like any other woman would. That said, I know it’s possible that this might not be the exact right route for me; maybe if I can’t have my own genetic kids, then I shouldn’t have any kids at all. I’m not sure. Right now, egg donation seems less wrong than childlessness, so that’s what I’m doing, but nothing feels exactly right. And there’s the rub.

      Anyhow, good to meet you SWRE, despite the circumstances.

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