Every year, I can hear my biological clock, ticking louder and louder. This is the year I turn forty, and it seems I’m being reminded around every corner of the health profession of my impending ‘old age’. The thing is, I never thought of myself as a potential older mum until this point. Now, the reality is that every year my… Read more →
Tag Archive for Biological Clock
My Roller Coaster Ride
Don’t you think that ‘trying to conceive’ is exactly like a rollercoaster ride in an amusement park? Think back to when you were eight years old (or thereabouts) and that first time you were allowed to ride the biggest and most exciting rollercoaster ride! First, it is so exciting to arrive and you can’t wait to get there; you run… Read more →
The Fertility Traffic Jam
In many ways ‘trying to conceive’ and challenges around fertility are like driving through peak hour traffic. How you say? Just hear me out . . . Sometimes you get lucky. Regardless of the time of day, you reach your destination with no traffic jams or obstruction; it’s just a smooth and tranquil drive, and you arrive according to plan. Unfortunately,… Read more →
Que Sera Sera
This week I quietly celebrated my thirty-ninth birthday! I certainly don’t feel close to forty years old! Nonetheless, the years just keep getting shorter and that landmark birthday is fast approaching me. It has also now been exactly three years that we started this journey, and we are also, next week, hitting a precipice as we find out if we… Read more →
How to kill a conversation…
There is a certain kind of awkwardness that sometimes arises in conversations when asked whether I have children – a family. ‘I am married’, is my standard response, hoping this closes off further enquiry. Nonetheless, many will continue to probe, asking: ‘kids?’ Of course there is nothing truly intrusive with this question. A simple ‘no’ and moving onto a new… Read more →
Who’s choice is it?
A friend of mine is planning an adventure, something of a charitable nature. She is taking time out to give back to the less fortunate. This is no small gesture; certainly not a holiday. It’s an overseas mission involving hardship and personal sacrifice; a commitment, time out from her own agenda and luxuries. Mind you, this person is a busy… Read more →