My Egg-Freezing Journey Part 6: The Moment of Truth
Tension now dispelled from our earlier tiff, I move on to my eggs. “What does immature mean?”
“It means that they aren’t technically ready to go, but with some manipulation in the lab, they could be usable.”
“So the four mature eggs that I have--what are the chances of them surviving the thawing process?”
So I have three eggs?
“Basically. I mean it all depends on you, but that’s really only one shot at pregnancy. I would need to use all of those, and probably some of the immature eggs as well, for one try. If that one try failed, that would be it.”
“So does that mean that if I want more than one try, I have to do this all again?”
“It’s up to you, but I would advise you to go ahead and do another round. We’d try a different mix of drugs to see if we can’t get you to produce more eggs. How soon could you do it?”
I don’t know, how soon could I get another $10k?
And then she says it: ‘Look you’ll probably meet a man and be pregnant by January anyway.’
Um…the whole point of this is to NOT FEEL PRESSURED TO MEET A MAN, not to feel MORE pressure to meet a man so I don’t have to spend another $10,000.
I tell her I’ll think about it, and sit at my desk in shock, absently clicking back and forth between browser tabs on my computer. It occurs to me that I may have been played by the whole Fertility Industrial Complex. First I’m panicked about my fertility, then I am offered a possible solution. But the solution only kinda works, and would work better with more time and money and needles. And even then, it still might not work.
It’s a lot to keep gambling on when I could still conceivably give birth to a total a**hole. (There is an a**hole gene in every family and I don’t need genetic testing to know that.)
Coming up next…have I achieved anything at all in this whole process, or am I even more confused than I was when I started?
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