Call this the diary of a late bloomer. I got my period late, developed breasts late, lost my virginity la—actually, I might have been a bit early on that one. I took a long time to get engaged, to get married and to come around to the idea of having children. For a long time, I thought I didn’t want any. I changed my mind. But by that time, my body had gone to seed, like a stalk of dill, or parsley. Yellowed. Spent. So at 45, I decided to try in vitro fertilization. My first attempt was with eggs generously donated by my sister. It didn’t work. So at 46, I’m trying again –this time with eggs from a 20-year old ballerina. This blog is just the little patch of internet I’ve staked out in which to tell my story.
The blog is best when read chronologically –by going back to the original, earlier posts. It makes more sense that way. But then most stories are better when you start at the beginning.