There’s a big elephant in the room whenever I talk to my sisters about my husband Ross and my efforts to have a baby.
I have premature ovarian failure which means my stash of eggs has run out early. If I am ever to carry and give birth to our own baby, we’ll have to use another woman’s egg .
My three sisters haven’t offered themselves up as egg donors even though I keep them updated with our progress down this road which includes visits to IVF doctors, counselling sessions and applying for police checks to prove we aren’t pedophiles (I kid you not but that’s a topic for a future blog).
I oscillate between accepting my sisters’ silence and understanding I have no right to expect this of them, while on other days I feel desperately upset they haven’t offered.
On the other hand I have three gorgeous friends who have proffered their ovums. Their generosity stuns me.
But back to the elephant; my sisters’ silence remains. What should I do? Ask them straight out and embarrass them into saying yay or nay? Ask my Mum to broker the topic with them? Ignore it and risk my anger and upset growing to explosive magnitude? It all sounds pretty hideous but a way will become clear soon.
Then hopefully that big, red elephant will leave the room and go back from whence it came.