At 37, I felt like a stranger in my own life. How had I wound up a disoriented divorcée panicking about ever having a child of my own? Where was the happy ending Disney promised me when I was a little girl? Why had I failed at forming a family – the adult achievement I valued above any other?
A short video in which I share my experiences with egg freezing, or oocyte cryopreservation.
A video interview with Yours Truly about why I froze my eggs on the website Eggsurance.com
This egg freezing process has forced me to confront the self-doubts that have hung around in the shadows: ‘What’s wrong with me? I screwed up. I’m a loser for being 37 and childless and alone.’
Part 4 in my 5-part blog series about my personal experience with oocyte cryopreservation, or egg freezing.
Part 3 in a 5-part blog series about my personal experience with oocyte cryopreservation, or freezing my eggs.
Part 2 in a 5-part series about my experience with egg freezing, or oocyte cryopreservation.
I’m grieving… the loss of a romantic dream, the passing of my youth, and something else more elusive: the illusion that if I worked hard, was a kind-hearted and sincere person, served the planet, and safeguarded my own physical and psychological wellbeing, then I would get what I wanted and deserved.
An estimated 10 to 25 percent of all pregnancies will end in miscarriage — and the rate is higher for women over 40. Yet in our society, we barely talk about it.
It’s worth it. So, so worth it. I have 18 buns in the icebook, ready for defrosting when I need them. Already I feel the pressure off. I’ve got time. I’ve got possibilities. I’ve got hope.