It’s not that the food we were eating was unusual or that the venue was strange – it was the people who made it unique.
We were all (nine of us) either egg donors, people looking to match up with a donor, or people pregnant with a donor egg. Unfortunately, I was the only one in the latter group. It made me realise how lucky my husband and I are to be pregnant with my sister’s donor egg; it doesn’t happen for everyone.
Our group met for the first time having traded recent stories on a forum called ‘Egg Donation Australia’. This is an extra special forum. It was established by women who are donors. Women needing donor eggs can go onto the forum and get to know potential donors and vice versa. Close relationships are formed, especially between those who decide to team up, and sometimes a baby is conceived.
At the risk of sounding cheesy, I think the women who set up the forum are angels. They established it voluntarily to help other women – strangers – in need of a donor. I still can’t get over how altruistic these women – and egg donors everywhere – are.
So to be eating dinner with some donors in Melbourne on Saturday night was fantastic. It was equally fantastic to be able to talk to others in the same boat as me: women who have tried and tried to have babies in every which way possible. These women and their partners are all so brave as they just keep getting back on that horse even though it keeps bucking them off – often with horrible, painful bumps.
And then there are the women who are doing it on their own. There were two at the dinner. To do it with a partner’s support and love is tough but I imagine doing it solo takes true grit.
So this is why I think Saturday’s dinner was so unique. I challenge anyone to tell me of a similar dinner that was happening at the same time. In fact, I would love to be proved wrong.