I Took Control Of My Biological Clock At Age 30
Beating the clock with HCG – one of the hormones used in cryopreservation.
My San Francisco apartment is generally stacked with liquor, laptops and leftovers from last weeks’ dinner party. But for now, it has been transformed into a nursing station, stacked high with cartons of prescription drugs, syringes, gauze, alcohol wipes, even a sharps container.
I barely take Tylenol for headaches or Midol for period cramps. But for the past 11 days I’ve been injecting myself daily with with heavy doses of gonadal-stimulating hormones. In a few hours, I’ll check myself in for an outpatient surgery where a doctor will extract roughly 5-15 of my eggs by sticking a long needle through my vaginal wall in to each of my ovaries. The whole process will cost about as much as a lightly-used 2014 Honda Civic.
Merry Christmas, me.
Egg freezing (formally, “Cryopreservation”) is a physically, mentally and emotionally disruptive process: injections, mood swings, body changes. So why is 30-year-old, healthy, seemingly normal woman with 10 fingers, 10 toes, and a full pipeline on every dating app, freezing her eggs?
I’m an economist so maybe I’m drawn to this way of thinking, but I don’t think it takes a quant to understand what it means to be almost 31, female, and single. A simple Google search returns the well-known commentary around female fertility and egg health/genetic degradation starting after age 35. Many doctors quoted online seem to recommend a first pregnancy by about age 34, especially for women intending on having more than one child.
So, using my best life-algebra, I calculate:
Age 34, (-) minus 2 years to be married to someone before kids, (-) minus 1.5 years to meet, date and marry someone = 30.5.
Since I’m almost 31, having not found Mr or Ms. Right by last month means I’m on a path to compromising the potential —> Read More