In 2015, I donated my eggs in exchange for USD$6,000 for my time. I know it’s an extreme way to make money to pay off debt. I had split up with The Ex the previous year. I never considered having children with him. I guess deep down I knew he’d make a terrible father and it was be a huge mistake. I knew I wanted my DNA to live on somehow. I probably would have done it for free to be honest.
Donating eggs or sperm is illegal in Canada but there is a loophole. We can be reimbursed for our time and not directly for our eggs or sperm. I found a reputable company that offered this service. It was like a matchmaking service for donors and Intended Parents (IPs). I filled out their thorough questionnaire and soon was posted on their website for IPs. Several IPs were interested in me. I knew I had a unique look as an Asian person as many people have told me.
Soon, I was matched with IPs from Western Canada. I signed legal documents and received a benefit package stating how much I would be reimbursed for my time. I would be paid USD$6,000 in addition to an all expenses paid trip to Toronto where my eggs would be retrieved. Going through the injections and check-ups was easy. Hell, even the egg retrieval was easy. I was one of the lucky ones. There are huge risks to putting your body through that. Ovarian hyper-stimulation syndrome (OHSS) is one of them. If you’re curious, you can Google the whole egg donation process. I’m not here to tell you how to do it or suggest it’s an easy way to make money to pay your debt.
When all was said and done, I received about $8,000 Canadian after the exchange rate. I was actually happy our dollar was so crappy for once. I dumped the whole amount onto my massive debt.
I have a new found respect for couples that go through IVF. The IPs were interested in another donation from me to provide a sibling but the surrogate went into premature labour. The IPs decided not to go forward with another donation from me and wanted to focus on their baby instead.
My parents don’t know I did this. My fiancé (at time of writing) doesn’t know I did this. Only three people close to me know. I truly have no regrets and would gladly do it again. I am 34 years old now. I don’t know whether I’ll be successful in getting pregnant with my fiancé in the future. I am aware of the fact that time and age is playing against me. I often wonder how the little boy is doing and if I ever saw him on the street, would I know? I have no doubt he is loved unconditionally by his parents that so desperately wanted him and that makes me happy.