Sunday, June 29, 2008

No, Mom, my eggs went bad, remember?

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?”