ok then. my daughter is an eggdonor. a *successful* eggdonor, having just presented her hopeful but up to this point infertile couple with twenty three eggs. they don’t use them all at once, of course, but when the donor begins the medication that sends her into ovulation overdrive, the recipient begins meds which coordinate their cycles, so there can be simultaneous … fruition. and when the moment is ripe, there is the harvesting, and immediately following, there is the … implanting. or something. something involving a cup and a dogeared copy of penthouse, and … boy meets egg across a crowded petri dish and … laporoscopic version of a turkey baster and … you know. birds. bees.
ok then. so. if all went well, by now, there is a little bundle of cells dividing merrily in some nervous but elated future mommy’s tummy. and. t-e-c-h-n-i-c-a-l-l-y? this makes me … potentially … um nevermind.