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kyburgSo I visited my OBGYN. Who I share with Majel Roddenberry (yes, I do - scary).
Who, when I said I was now ready to begin trying to have a family, referred me without suggesting anything else first. I'm 43. You don't get pregnant without a LOTTA help (and likely not even then) if you an old fart like me. I chose this fellow because he specializes in assisted reproduction (back in the day, it was Cliff and his low sperm count and retrograde ejaculation at fault, so we needed one of these guys) - and four years ago, he said I should go to school instead of trying for a kid using a sperm donor. Okay, here I am - WTF?
Nevermind I'm regular as a clock and have had no major changes in my menses in 10 years. And I mean it. I've been watching. If I'm perimenopausal, so is everyone ten years my junior.
I am major league annoyed.
So I took the referral and made the appointment. I know the name by reputation. There are benefits to getting your heath care from the hospital of the stars - this guy is well-known, one of the best and his patients love him. This won't bother me at all.
A whiz-bang Beverly Hills fertility specialist. When we reached his office by phone, they wanted to know what problems we were having. None. I'm 43. I could see the receptionist shaking her head. We've got an appointment in a couple of weeks.
Okay, I'll go jump through the hoops and see what they say.
Welcome to having kids without sex, ladies and gentlemen. *kicks chair* I didn't expect it to be easy or cheap - but I didn't expect to get the rush out the door to someone else's office quite like this.
I look for silver hair just about every time I brush it - and don't find any. My periods are regular - predictable - annoying as ever.
I'd be happy to adopt, don't get me wrong. I think it's just the pent-up "I've had sucky periods all this time for nothing?!" that's getting me.
Grrr.
Who, when I said I was now ready to begin trying to have a family, referred me without suggesting anything else first. I'm 43. You don't get pregnant without a LOTTA help (and likely not even then) if you an old fart like me. I chose this fellow because he specializes in assisted reproduction (back in the day, it was Cliff and his low sperm count and retrograde ejaculation at fault, so we needed one of these guys) - and four years ago, he said I should go to school instead of trying for a kid using a sperm donor. Okay, here I am - WTF?
Nevermind I'm regular as a clock and have had no major changes in my menses in 10 years. And I mean it. I've been watching. If I'm perimenopausal, so is everyone ten years my junior.
I am major league annoyed.
So I took the referral and made the appointment. I know the name by reputation. There are benefits to getting your heath care from the hospital of the stars - this guy is well-known, one of the best and his patients love him. This won't bother me at all.
A whiz-bang Beverly Hills fertility specialist. When we reached his office by phone, they wanted to know what problems we were having. None. I'm 43. I could see the receptionist shaking her head. We've got an appointment in a couple of weeks.
Okay, I'll go jump through the hoops and see what they say.
Welcome to having kids without sex, ladies and gentlemen. *kicks chair* I didn't expect it to be easy or cheap - but I didn't expect to get the rush out the door to someone else's office quite like this.
I look for silver hair just about every time I brush it - and don't find any. My periods are regular - predictable - annoying as ever.
I'd be happy to adopt, don't get me wrong. I think it's just the pent-up "I've had sucky periods all this time for nothing?!" that's getting me.
Grrr.
