Should I Freeze My Eggs? (part 1)

The question on every childfree-woman-over-thirty’s lips. Or at least in my entourage.

It’s the sunniest spring I can remember since 2020 when the unseasonal warmth felt like the only saving grace in a world that was otherwise falling apart. A couple of weekends ago I went to Brittany to drench myself in Vitamin D. As I lay on the beach with my childhood friends, them already a golden hue, tits à l’air, bathing in nature’s gift to the world- I felt light and contented. Nothing’s changed since we were doing this nearly 20 years, same girls, same beach, same rays. With a gentle sigh I began drifting off into a sand supported slumber when Sonia asked Manon “how is your egg extraction going?”

Well there goes my nap. A frustration only comparable to an orgasm slipping between your fingers. I begrudgingly lifted myself onto my elbow to follow the conversation more closely: “Très bien, they managed to harvest (insert triggering number)”. Sonia nods in approval.