I'll take my eggs frozen

Usually I like my eggs poached or scrambled but today I made the hard boiled decision to settle on frozen.

Having just turned 37 and with one of my best mates (and one of the smartest people in the world I know) become pregnant at 38 years old, tell me all the realities of getting pregnant older (ie not so good); has confirmed what I already knew and accelerated my procrastination and fence sitting into action. I have to bite the bullet, throw my pride out the window, accept the confrontation and visit an egg freezer.

Calling up the fertility clinic today confirmed it - at my age, time is of the essence.

The woman on the phone caringly said: "We can't get you in with Dr X for an appointment until November, but mmmm - you're how old? Oh, right - yes, you really shouldn't wait...try these doctors - they are just as good, and you'll be able to get an appointment sooner."

So first day of spring (a nice tie in for fertility) I'll be meeting the specialist about hatching some eggs not for a fry up, but a freeze up.

It's a bit of a pain - yes, and it's not really fair; unquestionably - but better to have my current 37 year old eggs than older should it become my time to make a baby.

You see - I may have won myself that green card (referenced in an earlier blog entry)in the US Diversity Lottery and if my number comes up (I've been randomly selected as one of 100,000 for further processing) I could be relocating to live in the States in about a year's time.

This planning does not coincide too well with meeting a probable partner in Melbourne and/or Sydney; and settling down to begin a family. Yes folks, it would appear I may just end up with a yankee!

While there will hopefully come a time when I meet a suitable bachelor; realistically I may be knocking on 40's birthday door.

So, unfortunately it has to be - this egg freezing business. Not a cheap business either (no pun intended of the chicken 'cheep cheep'). Certainly much dearer than the six dollars I pay for my free range dozen at the markets.

Realistic I am and it helps having some pretty smart friends to remind me that I'll only be hurting myself for not taking action now.

In my basket, the egg comes before the chicken.