Well, the insemination process is complete.
And if I get pregnant, I will be writing to the Daily Mail and proclaiming it a "miracle baby."
I'm sure the Daily Mail has lots to say about people importing sperm from abroad off the internet and using it to self-impregnate. Hell, they could even illustrate their disgust with a picture of me showing off my "bikini body" on holiday in their sidebar of shame if they wanted to.
Not that I'm going on holiday this year as cannot afford it after buying sperm off internet.
Anyway, the insemination was a bit of a disaster.
I say "a bit" because it was actually 50% a disaster. I had ordered two straws of semen (I didn't see why you couldn't just order one, but I figured that as I was paying so much for the shipping anyway I may as well go the whole hog) and miraculously managed to get them both out of the nitrogen tank without causing injury to myself or, more importantly, the sperms. Not that I could really be one hundred per cent sure of the latter as obviously they are microscopic. And reader, it was EXACTLY how it looks on TV, you know when they get the semen out of the tank in the lab with a big ladle, and all the nitrogen-steam escapes. AMAZE. I felt like I was in a laboratory when in fact was in own bedroom.
Anyway, I then thawed all the little sperms out of their slumber and prepared the syringe. Except that I didn't have a test tube handy (who has a TEST TUBE in their house?) to pour the sperm into, and the entire contents of the first straw ended up on the floor. Disaster.
Fortunately, I managed to rescue the second straw by using an old "Gu" chocolate pot in lieu of a test tube, to empty the sperm into. Forget "test tube babies," the "Gu Chocolate Pot Baby" will be a world first. Maybe I could even get Gu to sponsor the baby's upbringing. This is assuming that there will be a baby, however, and frankly that is looking unlikely since the content of one straw added up to no less than 0.5mls of semen.
I know they say it only takes one but that is ridiculous. I have basically just done the turkey baster equivalent of have sex once with a man with a ludicrously low sperm count who hasn't even properly ejaculated. No amount of lying on the bed with my lower body propped up on a cushion is going to rectify that.
Anyway, now all there is to do is send the nitrogen tank back to Denmark, forget about the whole sorry exercise and pray that all my egg sharing tests are clear so I can have IVF. I imagine that will be a whole lot less stressful than this exercise has been. I mean, IVF isn't stressful at all, right?