This just arrived at my door. It was not at all embarrassing. NOT AT ALL. For a start, the two concierges downstairs didn’t notice anything remotely amiss. They were not engaging in any kind of conversation with the courier from UPS about “ooh look at this, ooh it needs to be kept cold apparently!” which…
Category: sperm donor
All is not lost?
There is currently a tank of liquid nitrogen containing two straws of frozen sperm on its way from Denmark with my name on it. As you pause to take that in I will add that this was purchased on the internet. For €700. At least that’s euros, not pounds. In other news, I went back…
“Yes, I am familiar with Epipens.”
And so it begins. Everything got off to a good start, i.e. despite everything seeming so easy in the clinic with the nurse explaining to me how to use the Gonal F pen and how she made it all look so simple, just like taking a lid off a felt tip pen and writing with…
Stop Press: Wholesome New Me Turns Down Night Out in Walkabout
Yet again it is 9.30pm on a Saturday night and I am sprawled on the sofa at home, alone, looking up Wikipedia entries on little-known European royals of the eighteenth century through my ovulatory phase rather than-as we would all doubtless be doing-having passionate baby-making sex with someone really, really hot. Desperate text messages have…
The Curse of the Missing Email
Aargh. Haven’t been able to sort out the sperm donor admin (yes, there is “admin”) as you need to print off the donor information and sign it and send it back to the clinic. God this is complicated. So as I don’t have a printer I opted to send the email order to my work…
I am having an alcoholic baby. Or not. Eighty per cent not, to be precise.
Well, yesterday was the momentous day that I finally chose my donor. I chose him on the basis that he sounded the most fun, and some of them sounded frankly a bit worthy and serious, with their Christian beliefs and all that. This bloke was an atheist. He also sounded like someone who probably enjoyed…
Walking Around London Carrying a Phone
Day 1 of my period. I know, that’s officially Too Much Information, but it’s only going to get worse, I can assure you. Tried to phone the clinic today as they said to call on the first day of my period, but of course my period would be awkward and start on a Saturday, when…
And Thou Shalt See Me Weeping on the BBC
So today’s Productive Thing was that I watched a documentary about a fertility clinic on BBC i-player. Interesting, although as a connosieur of the art I would have preferred a section on IUI. All we got as far as that was concerned was a brief interview with a sperm donor. I wondered what our children…