Recently I went home to Delaware to visit my parents.
Over a breakfast bowl of cereal and apropos of nothing, Mom asks:
“Do you think you’ll ever have your own children?”
Me: “Um, no. It’s too late. Basically biologically impossible.”
Mom: “Huh. Is that because of your PCOS ?"
[PCOS or polycystic ovary syndrome, is an endocrine and reproductive disorder that, among other things, makes it difficult to get pregnant]
Me: “Um, yeah.”
What I didn’t say is this:
“Remember that REALLY IMPORTANT conversation I had with my gynecologist around the time I turned 37? The conversation that kind of changed how I envisioned the rest of my life? It went a little something like this?”
