Part 3- Squirtin up my nose

So, here we are again.

I started taking my nasal spray yesterday. One scoot up my (huge) nostril 4 times per day. Easy as that. No nasty taste dripping down my throat either, leaving me retching and eayes streaming.

If you remember, this is to make my system calm right down.

I’ve been reading about side effects of this spray and wow, I could be in for a real treat (and so could you out there)

A few symptoms to mention-Bloating, weight gain, moodiness and irritability…..(not unlike my usual self)

and if that’s not bad enough….

There is a risk of a rare condition called ovarian hyperstimulation syndrome (or OHS for short) that can cause life-threatening complications, blood clots and kidney failure...

It’s all becoming more appealing by the moment.

All of this, I’m well aware of but hey, life is full of complications anyway. What IS so easy to do these days?

More reading up on the subject, there was an interesting article in some newspaper from the US of A which stated, “And since egg donors go through much the same process as women trying to conceive in vitro, there are concerns that they may be prone to the higher rates of certain cancers that some studies have found among infertility patients.” Jesus wept.

You can possibly tell I’m a bit apprehensive. What "normal" human wouldn’t be? I’m spraying hormones up my nose 4 times per day to make me menopausal, followed by an internal scan just before Hogmanay, then onto the daily injections which could to turn me into a psycho bitch from hell.(no comments here, thanks!) And then to endure the retrieval.
At this point, I should also give my bf a big mention, as he so kindly said he would look after me! Let's see if he will be true to his word when he is at the receiveing end of my multiple personality disorders. Poor shit. 

I think I might have mentioned before that any child born from my eggs is not able to trace me. That's how the law stood as I knew.

A few people have approached me since reading my blog, asking how I would feel about being contacted by said child/ren. I’ve heard that since a change in the law last year, it means that, at the age of 18, a child born from donated eggs can be told who their biological mother is. What I have been personally informed at the hospital however, is that the unit completely protect my identity, and information given to the recipient is generally limited to my physical characteristics, occupation and interests. Whatever else I would like her/him to know, or be willing to tell her/him, is my decision and choice.

I retire from today’s entry and shall continue when I’ve got anything worth adding to my journey!

Over and out

J x