While I waited to give my body the best possible chance at producing the most eggs, I scheduled the next step in the process, which Extend Fertility calls your "logistics appointment," for June 10. This is where you sign your paperwork, make your final payment to the clinic, and get trained on how to give yourself the daily injections that help your follicles and the eggs inside them grow. It's an intimate setting with a handful of others who are also about to embark on their own egg freezing journeys.
This is also when you decide what you want to be done with your eggs in the event you don't end up using them or become incapacitated or in the event of your death. You could choose to let them thaw out, donate them to science, or donate them to another person. In the state of New York, if you want the option to donate your eggs to someone else, you have to undergo additional genetic screening, which runs about $1,000. Right now, this is true whether you want to donate anonymously to someone in need or to a family member who might want to use them. (It's worth noting that fertility law is constantly changing.) In other places, you can give your eggs to someone you know without having to undergo this extra screening, so long as the person receiving the eggs waives it. This is also when you get to designate who gets ownership of your eggs if you die. I picked my dad, so if there are any decisions to be made concerning my eggs and I can't do it, he's the guy they're going to call.
And like most appointments throughout this process, you also get your blood drawn. I said over and over again while I was going through this that my left arm got the worst of it, and I stand by that to this day! This time, they had to test my blood for pregnancy and sexually transmitted infections, a precaution that's required before you can be cleared to begin the process. And being the type A person I am, I couldn't help but have them run my AMH level one more time.
