I often recall that graphic!
I’m happy that the author found love at 42, but is she prepared for the effort it’s going to take to keep love through having her hormones trashed by (probably) multiple trials and failures of IVF during perimenopause, as well as aging, and perhaps never having a living child?
Or the trials of late-life parenthood? It’s not easy, even when you have a houseful of other children to help retrieve Pink Pet from her triumphant perch on top of the refrigerator? Or what if you get the one (like my 9th, when I was “only” 42), who wakes up every two hours?
Maybe her real life will fit her dream from this point on. I suppose it does for someone ...
For example: If your own frozen eggs don't survive thawing or fertilization or fail to grow into robust embryos, you can go online to one of the many commercial egg banks popping up across the country and order a batch of frozen eggs donated by a woman who looks like you. After they are injected with your partner's sperm, the resulting embryos can be transferred to your womb, and you deliver and nurse the baby.
The author and those she describes don't seem to realize that the baby is not an object, but a human being who (1) is totally "NOT-YOU" and has his own agenda, unrelated to your Mommy-dreams; and (2) is quickly going to grow out of being a baby into the rest of his life, which will not go according to your plans.
Or the trials of late-life parenthood? It’s not easy,
Parenthood isn't easy, late life or not.
but is she prepared for the effort it’s going to take to keep love through having her hormones trashed by (probably) multiple trials and failures of IVF during perimenopause,
Host mother. There, see? Easy. (Kidding, of course.)
1) is totally "NOT-YOU" and has his own agenda, unrelated to your Mommy-dreams; and (2) is quickly going to grow out of being a baby into the rest of his life, which will not go according to your plans.
Her precious (expensive) rugrat will probably get raised by one or a series of nannies (Mummy and Daddy have high powered careers, you know) and end up a bitter & messed up borderline insane urban Devilcrat activist.
you can go online to one of the many commercial egg banks popping up across the country and order a batch of frozen eggs donated by a woman who looks like you.
I've heard about those. Donation is pitched to college girls, but the donation process can mess them up physically and render them infertile.
Where is it, flip flip flip.....
"As a newly married Christian woman, I had to confront this dual point of view, this insider/outsider identity. I also had to confront sonething that may seem so obvious it is not worthy to mention: I had to confront my age. I was 39 years old when I married Kent. I was too old to have children (without fertility treatments). This was startling to me. I had spent my childbearing years fighting windmills and now I was, yet again, waking up to my life. There is a biblical principle that lies behind my confusion: people whose lives are riddled with unrestrained sin act like rebellious children. Sin, when unrestrained, infantalizes a person. Here I thought I was so mature, so capable, so "important" in the world, and the truth remains that I didn't even know how to act my age! After conversion,I was surprised to discover how old I really was." --Rosaria Butterfield