So once it had dawned on me that actually, having children was more important to me than I might have cared to admit, the next question was what I was going to do about it. Going out and shagging randomers in the hope of getting knocked up didn’t really appeal (I know, weird, right? But I’m kind of picky about the genetics of my potential offspring like that…) I didn’t have any male friends, gay or straight, who I thought might like to parent in an involved or otherwise way (and let’s not even begin to think about the complications of that) – and also, I was only 36. I didn’t think it was unreasonable Continue reading
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How did I get here?
This isn’t an existentialist – or biological – question but it is a bit navel-gazing – literally. Because that’s the question that I was asking when I found myself 36, single, sitting at the kitchen table with a syringe in my hand, gazing at my navel, before stabbing my stomach with follicle stimulating hormone. Vignettes like that tend to prompt a little bit of self-questioning…
I’ve never been one of those women who were desperate for kids. In fact as a teenager I always thought I didn’t really want them – I used to joke that they might end up like me and my sister and who’d want that? I don’t think we were particularly difficult kids, but equally, my mum didn’t make it look particularly easy – or fun.
Then at 26, the boyfriend I’d spent six years with said Continue reading
Who am I?
I’m 36, single and I live in London, but apart from that, I’m anonymous. Why? I suppose it boils down to the fact that I don’t think that this is anybody’s business but mine. (To be fair, my parents don’t even know that I’m doing this so I’m certainly not about to broadcast it to the rest of the world.)
My sister knows and a handful of my friends know – the ones I can trust, the ones who I know will get it, and will support me without patronising me, or pitying me, or making me the topic of their gossip.
Maybe I’m doing a lot of my friends Continue reading
Egged On
It’s a crap pun, I know, but it was the least crap pun I could come up with. (Honestly, when it comes to egg freezing the pun potential is huge.) But I did feel egged on – in the best possible way, by some lovely friends – not just to freeze my eggs in the first place, but also to write about it.
I did my first cycle of egg freezing in January 2014 and I’m about to start my second. Part of me wishes I’d started writing about it from the start, but I didn’t, so the first few posts in this blog will hopefully explain a little bit about everything up until now (I don’t know why but I sort of feel that that scene-setting is important – maybe it’s not) and then you’ll get normal real-time blogging.
So why write? Partly because Continue reading
Egged On 