I'm not sure this is, er, the most productive way of going about it...
(Inserts proviso that is by no means a Nexpert in Making of Babbiez, but has been obliged in the way of one's profession to know somewhat of the subject.)
PSC is actually being asked a question about baby-making - well, actually, it's about the deleterious effects of intending baby-making on ye conjugal embracez: we’re trying to have a baby and need to have sex for 10 consecutive days at the time of ovulation.
WOT.
Is this some kind of latest thing? It sounds awfully Ur Doin It Rong to me, because surely, with Modern Technology, you can pinpoint the time when those puppies go their merry voyage down the fallopians (or am I wrong and actually modern tech is not All That). While the time during which the ovum is actually viable for fertilisation is, well, a lot shorter than 10 days.
Not to mention that one has been led to understand that the processes that make those little swimmers that rush to meet the ovum need some time to, errhm, replenish the stocks betwixt ejaculations. (In fact I vaguely recall the advice that the gentleman should refrain during the lead-up to the critical time if begetting was on the agenda...)
However, PSC doesn not interrogate this underlying premise when advising over the couple's feeling that 'sex now is more of a ritual than a pleasurable experience'...
Still less pleasurable, however, is the business of being an egg donor: I sold my eggs for an Ivy League education - but was it worth it?
She got the moolah, but it sounds like she got fairly messed around in the process: I felt at the mercy of the clinic. Appointments were made at locations I’d asked not to be sent to, because they were out of my way. Some days I didn’t receive updates about how much medication I should take, leaving me to take a stab in the dark at the dosage. I didn’t find out when my surgery would be until two days before the event.... The company was inconsiderate of my time, and I was suddenly left scrambling around to make sure someone could still pick me up from my surgery the following day. I was expected to have absolute flexibility. Appointments popped up and I was expected to be available. As the week wore on, my enlarged ovaries sat heavy in my abdomen as a thick and uncomfortable reminder.
Also there's a lack of monitoring of the long-term health effects on donors.
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