Of Course!

So no less than 24 hours out from having posted that John and I have decided that we want children, do I receive a call from my OBGYN who tells me that everything is fine... except that my "ovarian reserve" appears to have been "somewhat depleted." Her advice? Stop waiting and start trying to get knocked up... NOW.

I get this call at work. I'm sitting at my desk and had just finished texting my girlfriend and the phone rang. Unknown number. Generally, I don't answer these, but something told me to pick up the phone - and I did - and for the next hour, I was in complete shock. I know I'm 35 and I'm getting into that precarious age range for having children... but I thought I could get away with waiting just a teeny tiny bit longer, because I JUST TURNED 35. Countless women I know have had babies at 36, 37, 38, 39... and most recently... forty-fucking-two! In any case, after I hung up the phone, I started to cry.

According to my doctor, it would be incredibly risky to wait at this point. In fact, even another month or so might seriously jeopardize my chances of getting pregnant based on a variety of tests. She wants us to try to get pregnant - and if I can't do so in the next couple of months, she's referring me to a fertility specialist... something I'm not entirely sure how I feel about just yet.

Bottom line? I am out of wait time. It's go time... NOW. I suppose this makes the title of my last post all the more appropriate... and real. No more kidding around folks. I've got to make the most of whatever eggs I've got left. Heading out to pick up a few ovulation kits today.

Fingers crossed. Legs uncrossed.

Lovely.