Breaking the mold

My mom always told me that they "broke the mold when they made you." Apparently, that turned out more true than she knew!

My DNA will never be replicated. My eggs are in such a state of unhealthiness that there's no way they can fertilize. Or, if they do fertilize, not be able to sustain life. Hence, how I landed in the donor egg world. One of the theories behind my ectopic pregnancy is the thought that bad eggs, hence embroyes, is a warning to Mother Nature. I was doing IVF when I had my ectopic, which is so rare, I should have hit Vegas that same weekend. But it's said that Mother Nature has a way of fixing it's own mistakes, and eventhough it was a pregnancy, it more than likely was not a healthy embryo and it implanted in my Fallopian tube. So, it also means I'm down 1 tube, because that ectopic pretty much destroyed the tube on the left and it had to be removed. Just a body parts count here (because everyone should have one) , I am down 1 Fallopian tube, 1 gallbladder, 2 tonsils. (these are questions medical people ask you, yanno)

Now for some reason it's just occurred to me recently that Brianne's portion of this process is relatively short. Granted, this whacked out relay race doesn't start unless her portion of the race gets started. So as she's passing off the baton to me (last runner in the race) it dawned on me that truly, I have the most important part. I mean really, the last leg is where you always put your best runner. For awhile now I've felt that because I didn't contribute DNA, it meant I wasn't really contributing at all. (I'm not promising rational thoughts here with this blog). But my contribution to a pregnancy is actually quite important. Yes, Brianne must provide the eggs, she passes the baton to the clinic, the clinic passes the eggs on to J's sperm, the new sperm/egg combo is passed off to the embryologist who helps it along as best as possible, the embryo is then passed on to me and implanted in my uterus. Granted, there's a LOT of people in this relay race and a LOT of passing of the baton. But ultimately...they are doing it all to get to the final goal, the last leg, the destination of a uterine home that will sustain life.

So creating life or sustaining life....which is higher on the "important scale?" Both. You can't have one without the other. It just so happens that in my case, they take place in 2 separate bodies.

So, thanks Brianne, for starting the race.