One thing I like about my gym is how much effort they go to to keep us occupied while puffing our way through a workout.

They have TV’s, iPod docks, hot guys doing chin ups, and people trying to do weird things with Swiss Balls.

But the other day, there was also a strategically placed notice asking for an egg donor.

My brain does not react well to these sorts of requests, I assume other people’s don’t either… And I suppose I have to thank Les Mills for ensuring people see it right before jumping on the treadmills. Certainly pondering whether or not I should become a donor kept me occupied for 40 minutes.

So instead of thinking ‘oh god have I only been running for 3 minutes… four minutes… five minutes, etc etc, I was thinking:

‘Oh what a nice, easy thing to do for someone!’

‘Surely I should be ok donating something that I am currently not even using… But am I?’

‘What happens then, if I can’t have my own kids one day, will I turn cuckoo and try to steal someone else’s child?’…

‘Should I start to sort myself out and have kids nowish so as to avoid the higher chances of NEEDING donated eggs?’

‘Why is something that on the surface, seems so simple, is actually a lot bigger decision than I thought?’

I think it was a wasted head conversation, because I’m pretty sure you have to have had your own child before you are even allowed to donate eggs. However, I’d always thought it would be a black and white ‘why not?’ issue, but instead, for some reason, it seems a little more murky.