Holy shitballs. We have donors. Several, in fact!
Late last week we got an email from our Czech clinic with a list of five potential donors. We received basic profiles including their year of birth, height, weight, hair colour, eye colour, blood type, education level, and hobbies. No photographs, in keeping with the Czech legal requirement for anonymity. But one other important tidbit: three of the five had previously donated with resulting pregnancies, while a fourth had her own child. Lots of great eggs to choose from!
In a way, I'm kind of glad that we're receiving minimal information on our donors. We all know that I'm an anal-retentive researcher, so if I had huge profiles to look through I'd probably be stymied for weeks and then forever wonder if I'd made the right decision.
At the same time, having limited information meant that there was relatively little to set the donors apart from one another since they had all been chosen to specifically match me as closely as possible. In the end, we went with practicality first: we wanted a proven donor. Of those, we chose the one who most closely resembled me based on the characteristics on paper. Our final choice: lucky bachelorette number three! With our third wedding anniversary just a few days away, and this being our third egg retrieval and transfer, it actually seems kind of fitting. We're now waiting for the clinic to get in touch with her to confirm, then arrange scheduling and treatment plans.
This is really happening. There is a real person out there who might give me eggs. Holy shitballs.