confession

Since Baby G has arrived, I feel like a priest. Like I’m running a fertility confessional. People feel compelled to share:

I can’t believe I’m telling you this….

In the short span of a cholesterol blood draw, my Kaiser phlebotomist described her decision to freeze her eggs three years ago.

A friend of a friend told me her plan to take the spring off from work and head to Cambridge to seduce as many smart young fellows as it would take to get pregnant.

An Oakland airport parking shuttle driver hugged me at the end of our ten minute drive, thanking Baby G and me for the hope we had instilled in him. He texted his girlfriend: “We’re not too old,” and was dead set on implementing that evening.

I’m savoring these moments, fully aware that the awe and admiration–­­even inspiration­–turns to pity once Baby G becomes a toddler.