I spent a great deal of time on Craig’s List, looking for jobs, etc. Yesterday, when I was searching on the job section again, I decided to click on “ETC” category just in case something slipped through the cracks. What drew my attention wasn’t the dog-walking nanny positions or the “No sex required escort” *coughyeahokcough* ads…Oh no, what drew my attention was the ads looking for egg donors.
I won’t even TOUCH on the subject of the specifications (Genetic engineering much?) or the difference in the prices provided for different ethnicities of egg donors. I began thinking about whether or not I’d be a good egg donor…and if I could handle it.
When talking about this subject three years ago with my best friend (*waves* Hi Meg!), the point she brought up was that I wouldn’t pass any of the psychological evaluations. It appears that I have some “Mommy” issues…and what couple wants their children to have MY genes? I mean…really. The world can’t handle another PQ-like dork. It would just throw off the entire balance.
Let’s say that I miraculously passed the psychological evaluation, assuming the psychoanalyst was even more disturbed than I am. The egg donation process requires the donor to undergo a hormone treatment for 7-10 days. Let’s stop and rewind. For those not in the know, I am a woman. That means, about once a month, my hormones go crazy as it is…which is assuming that I am a perfectly sane woman and it’s not TOO bad. The assumption that I am a perfectly sane woman is incorrect. I am a hormonal, neurotic mess on my non-PMS days. In fact, I think I PMS 28 days out of the 30 in a month. So the idea of inserting MORE hormones into my body is as scary as letting a child loose in a candy store. My mood swings would go from being every 10 seconds to every 3.24 seconds.
I don’t think so.
Let’s say, in a crazy world, I passed all psychological and physical evaluations and donated an egg to a couple who got pregnant. Naturally, I wouldn’t know who the couple is but it would irk me out that theres a mini-me that was mixed with other DNA running around somewhere on this earth. I mean, what if I have a kid down the line and he falls in love with the unknown mini-me…they get married, have a baby with 3 eyes and 5 nipples? How could I be responsible for that?!
Being the responsible, over-analytic insane person that I am, I will not be donating my eggs for $10,000. Besides, how can I do that when I am not even planning to have kids of my own? The world is better off without my offspring running around.
Would you ever consider donating your eggs? Men…how about you? Ever visit a sperm bank?