Anyone out there remember playing the board game LIFE? It’s been years since I spun the wheel of fate, but during a visit with friends who have a seven-year-old daughter and nine- and 11-year-old sons&hellip
Writing Silent Sorority
Envy and Equanimity
Some remarkable milestones to report:
1) I was pea green with envy yesterday, but not for the usual reason (that’s right folks, pregnancy was not involved!) ….
2) A new work acquaintance asked me if I had children and my first instinct was not to throw something at him.
I think both episodes show signs of progress, yes? Okay, the details.
I’ve been working a few days a week at a really interesting startup where the only downside is that it requires 60-90 minutes of drive time each way. Since I abhor long, slow commutes I try to
distract myself with NPR stories. Yesterday’s feature had me wrestling with the ugly green monster.
Why? The guest was a new author talking about her book chronicling her experience, at 37, to freeze her
eggs. Ah, you say, you envy her the access to a new, promising reproductive technology? No actually, I envied her the slot she scored on NPR’s Talk of the Nation discussing her new book.
I laughed at the realization that I’d graduated from pregnancy envy to book envy. In each case I have had to work harder to get fewer results. You’ve got to admit the parallels are ironic. First, I
couldn’t get pregnant while doing everything required and then some while everyone around me was getting knocked up right and left. And, now, at a time when I finally delivered my book about the hidden tolls of living in an era of designer babies and clinics marketing fertility for all, I’m reminded again that mainstream media
has a fascination with making babies, but they’re less interested in what happens when all the whiz bang technology doesn’t deliver on its promise.
Ah well, I’m getting very comfortable being the Rodney Dangerfield of reproductive technology outcomes (and books about them).
Now, for item numero dos. For years I avoided any and all social and work situations that might land me in the middle of small talk with new people. I was expert at the handshake and run. It was my
way of self protection and a sure fire means of avoiding the evitable question about …
“Birth” Announcement: Silent Sorority
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Failure is Not an Option…
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Would You Read This Book? (Updated)
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Tall, Asthmatic and “Childfree?”
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The Year of Radical Thinking
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Revealing the Elephant in the Room
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