I'm Danuna and I'm about to start out on my first surrogacy for two very dear friends of mine.
It all started for me when I was eleven; Aunty Flo made her first visit and decided that I should be one of the unlucky ones to get very bad monthly cramps. The old wives suggested that it would stop when I had a baby, not much comfort for a young girl! Years of treatment from my GP followed. I tried everything to manage the condition. I assumed that I must have endometriosis. I finally got to see a gynaecologist. After more tests she said I was perfectly healthy - which was not what I wanted to hear. She also said that the best hope for a cure was for me to have a pregnancy.
After lots of tears, soul searching and discussing things with the people I care about, my initial reaction was correct - I was just not willing or ready to have a baby.
It's difficult not to get angry. After all, the human reproductive system evolved at a time when most young women had their first baby in their early teens. Nature does not care about what I want in life, about my agendas, or whether or not I'm ready to reproduce. I'm a modern girl with a uterus that thinks it is in the Stone Age.
I got round to thinking that maybe I could help somebody else. I felt a certain kind of empathy for people with fertility problems. After all, my own problems were none of my fault. I was just unlucky, the same as someone with fertility problems is just unlucky.
I contacted one of the UK's surrogacy organisations about a year ago. Due to various circumstances, I've had to wait until now before starting an arrangement. I've gotten to know a couple who have become really dear friends of mine and we hope to start "trying" very soon.
It all started for me when I was eleven; Aunty Flo made her first visit and decided that I should be one of the unlucky ones to get very bad monthly cramps. The old wives suggested that it would stop when I had a baby, not much comfort for a young girl! Years of treatment from my GP followed. I tried everything to manage the condition. I assumed that I must have endometriosis. I finally got to see a gynaecologist. After more tests she said I was perfectly healthy - which was not what I wanted to hear. She also said that the best hope for a cure was for me to have a pregnancy.
After lots of tears, soul searching and discussing things with the people I care about, my initial reaction was correct - I was just not willing or ready to have a baby.
It's difficult not to get angry. After all, the human reproductive system evolved at a time when most young women had their first baby in their early teens. Nature does not care about what I want in life, about my agendas, or whether or not I'm ready to reproduce. I'm a modern girl with a uterus that thinks it is in the Stone Age.
I got round to thinking that maybe I could help somebody else. I felt a certain kind of empathy for people with fertility problems. After all, my own problems were none of my fault. I was just unlucky, the same as someone with fertility problems is just unlucky.
I contacted one of the UK's surrogacy organisations about a year ago. Due to various circumstances, I've had to wait until now before starting an arrangement. I've gotten to know a couple who have become really dear friends of mine and we hope to start "trying" very soon.