Today I was at the doctor for a physical. The doc asked me if I had any kids. I said no. She looked at my chart and said, "Well you are almost 28. You know those eggs are aging too."
OH MY GOD! 28 and no babies yet??? I might as well adopt 6 cats, buy a mu-mu and paint "expired" on my womb.
So I said to her, "I'm not real concerned with whether I have a baby or not and I assure you it wouldn't happen any time soon anyway."
You know what she said to me? "Then you might want to look into freezing your eggs."
Well today I did give birth. To a premature age crisis. Granted, it was a fleeting crisis; barely even an honorable mention. But for the first time EVER I felt like that window of endless possibility was beginning to shrink. I'm sure there will become a time in my life where my opportunities are logistically limited.
However, reality knocked me over the head; that time is far from now:
a.) I'm on the verge of getting into grad school and embarking on a career that my whole heart is in. How many people will be afforded that opportunity?
b.) When I come home at night, all I hear is peace and quiet. I am free to do whatever I want, whenever I want and I am subject to no other humans' needs unless I choose to be (and normally I don't unless you are a dear, dear friend).
c.) Last week I up and took off to DC so I could see Ron Paul. You know why? No weights. I love to travel and I love to do spontaneous things. It makes me feel alive and young.
d.) I don't enjoy getting out of bed even to go to work. Much less to get a kid a Pop Tart and turn the TV on (yeah, I'd be that kind of parent). Or to drive a car pool. I want you all to take a moment and imagine me in that scenario. Klonopin, please.
In summary, the life I have is the life I need and choose to have. It's not limited or in the slightest bit unfulfilling. I'm not sure what the doctor's motive was in that little diatribe she gave me about my biological clock ticking and I'm not knocking anyone that makes being a parent a priority; to each her own. But for this girl, life is more than chasing after the things that Disney movies tell me I need to have to be happy.
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4 comments:
Hey Meghan...
I can offer to help you with those eggs. Your at a good age for some kids, plus I'll still let you do whatever you want when you get home. You want to exchange photos, w/B at bluocn31@aol.com.
Im in Vegas. Nice Blog.
Your doctor obviously watches "The Real Housewives of NYC" (yeah..I do too...don't judge). There was this whole little scene about Bethenny's friend telling her that her eggs were getting old, etc. And the reunion show aired Tuesday night where we relived the old egg moment! I think your doctor is a little too influenced by t.v. shows perhaps!
Thanks, creep, but I'm good. Evidently you missed the entire gist of the blog.
Just because you have a womb does not mean who have to give birth. As for Mr. Anonymous...great argument against procreating.
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