My Doctor Says Freezing My Eggs Would Be Over-Kill

I went in to discuss the options because my birthday is Monday, I'm going to be 52, and my biological clock is on mute. I'm definitely not ready, and I'm hoping for another two years or so out of life. Due to my age, this is a concern. The procedure is uncomfortable, eggs get damaged, it's not completely reliable and the window was short enough that I'd be better off taking my chances. I was relieved, particularly when she handed me fistfuls of free birth control like I was trick-or-treating.

After the appointment, I described to my husband everything that took place as part of my annual exam in chronological order with many many details. Rather than thank me for teaching him new medical vocabulary words like speculum, instead he was horrified. Go figure. Our household has changed a lot since the end of the election. He's home all the time, the dog is gone, and we're working through our mourning period with activities like this:

We're very proud of him - he's lost a pound! He's down to 17. For my birthday, I'd like to walk him around our neighborhood in this costume, but he doesn't like to walk on leashes, so I'd have to push him in a stroller. Happy birthday to meeeeeee!