This is going to be a very short post, but something happened the other day that was so almost foot-in-mouth horrific, yet simultaneously laugh-out-loud hilarious, that I spent about five minutes waiting for my heart rate to go back to normal. Plus, when I told my friend, N about it, she said “You HAVE to blog about this.” So… Continue reading
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Feeling VERY single (but not alone)
I’ve not written for a while because I haven’t really had much to say. But there are a few things that sort of made me think I should put pen to paper, finger to keyboard, word to screen.
The first was my monumentally unsuccessful dating life. I online date, I have done for years. I do a job where I’m unlikely to meet a wealth of single straight men, so it makes sense to me to look online. I met S online. I hardly know anyone who is single who isn’t online dating.
But there definitely seems to be a wrong side of 35. And I’m definitely on it. It wasn’t like this a few years back when I was doing it – I had more dates Continue reading
Alice Mann…
I thought I’d better explain something. Being anonymous is all very well until someone tells you that you have to have a pseudonym, because they’d rather have a fake name than ‘anonymous’. Which is fair enough, I s’pose.
So when I wrote my piece for Stella magazine, I became Alice Mann. And then when someone wanted to interview me for The Independent, I stayed as Alice Mann, so it made sense to write the piece I wrote for Metro as Alice Mann, and to tell BBC Radio Five Live that if they wanted Continue reading
In the news…
If you’ve found this blog via my Stella magazine piece, hello! How lovely of you to pop by. I should warn you that if you’re after regular updates and constant positivity, or are offended by swearing, you’re probably going to be disappointed, but I like to think I do a good line in telling it how it is, occasional ranting and slightly belated responses to relevant news stories. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the topic of today’s post. Because it’s not just me that’s been in the news. Over the last week or so there
International fame and fortune…
Alright, I’m exaggerating, but I’m beyond excited that EggedOnBlog is getting a wider audience.
I’ve known about this for a while but didn’t want to write about it – partly out of a superstitious fear of jinxing it, but also because I wasn’t entirely sure it would actually happen.
Basically, ages ago, when I first started writing this blog, a journalist friend Continue reading
Giving it away…
Would I give my eggs away? It’s a bit of an academic question really. After all it’s not like I’ve got loads of them to spare, or a brood of kids and no need of them. And given my advanced years when I froze them, I’m not sure anyone would even want them, but it’s something I started thinking about because of Katie Glass’ column in yesterday’s Sunday Times Magazine. (Yes it’s paywalled, but just bloody pony up the cash and read it, because if you don’t newspapers will die and we’ll have to get all our news from Twitter and Wikipedia which, much as I love them both for various reasons, would be totally fucking horrific.)
Anyway she basically said Continue reading
The reckoning
Ok, so now I’ve finished my egg freezing cycles, I’ve done what I planned to and totted everything up. Out of interest, out of geekery, out of wondering whether there was any pattern that I could see in terms of the drugs I took and the results I got and the length of the cycle.
I have no idea whether the below will be of any interest to anyone but me, but if you are thinking about egg-freezing, it might give you a realistic idea of what you’ll spend, because when they quote a cycle fee, although it includes all scans, consultations and the procedure, it doesn’t include blood tests, sedation, storage, drugs and, as I discovered, they can mount up… Continue reading
What a difference a day makes…
…well two days actually. Today was the day of my final egg collection and, maybe it’s because I’m still feeling the afterglow of a prosecco-fuelled celebratory lunch courtesy of my great friend, J, (N.B. I’m pretty sure medics don’t advise this as the best course of action post a sedated procedure, so do as they advise rather than as I do); or maybe it’s because this final cycle produced seven eggs – as many as my first two cycles put together; or maybe it’s because everyone I saw at the clinic today Continue reading
A little more conversation…
Today I cried at the clinic. Nothing had gone drastically wrong, I wasn’t hurt, nobody had been horrible to me, nobody had been unbearably kind to me. Maybe it was the hormones finally kicking in which resulted in a disproportionately emotional response, but basically I cried because I was treated like an idiot, and treated like a number, and treated like a cash cow, rather than a person.
And I’m pretty sure that the person who made me feel like that didn’t mean to make me feel like that, but it did make me think Continue reading
I’ve changed…
No, really, I have changed. Probably in lots of ways over various periods of time, but for the purposes of this post, the most significant way in which I’ve changed is the way I feel about the egg freezing cycle this time, compared to how I felt about it first time around. Maybe it’s just familiarity breeding, well, not contempt, but certainly a little less respect, or maybe it’s because I’m pretty sure that this is the last time that I’m going to do this, but various things have Continue reading
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