Waking up Christmas morning with a hangover is pretty much standard at home for me. Waking up Christmas morning with a hangover knowing you can walk straight onto the beach and jump into the ocean is amazing. I spent Christmas day on Boracay in the Philippines and to make it more special it was with my Dad – which was a first in almost 15 years!
A while ago, I decided to donate my eggs. I’ve written another post on that here. I chose to keep this mostly private, but I told a few close friends and family members.
The reactions I received were varied, but there was a very clear split. While a few seemed sceptical at first, my friends who know me extremely well all responded positively. Most have known for years about my lack of desire for children of my own, and know my personality, priorities and ways enough to agree that that almost definitely isn’t going to change. So they understood the reasons why I was choosing to donate, and fully supported me in it. My friends were impressed with the act they viewed as altruistic, they thought me selfless and courageous in the situation.