I Froze My Embryos at 39–This Dress Helped Me Get Through It

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Doug in the ‘90s), or if we wanted to think about starting a family someday.That night, bathed in light from a neon hot dog sign, I chose to get myself the best present you could give an indecisive Libra: the gift of procrastination.

We were going to freeze our embryos.The next week, I started the process at what I can only describe as a fertility factory where I joined a conveyor belt of girls in their late 20s–also presumably privileged with good insurance–who were taking their futures into their own hands.

I’d been there once before to keep a friend company before a procedure, but I was too seduced by the fish tank and good tea in the waiting area to realize that once behind the curtain, it becomes an assembly line.

A brusk woman took my blood and turned me over to her colleague. Without foreplay, she wedged a wicked dildo (scientifically known as a transvaginal ultrasound) inside me and muttered, “Your ovaries are quiet.” Then, I was sent on my way with nary a lollipop nor an explanation of what intel she’d gathered from my dusty uterus.