(Image by Allen Wallace)
Well, that's it then. I am now 35.
I think that any of my friends who struggle with infertility will recognize right off the significance of this birthday. Turning 35 is the end of an era. A turning point in your fertility. Statistically speaking your ability to conceive takes a deep nose dive around the age of 35.
A veritable winding down of your biological clock.
When looking at success rates at fertility treatment clinics there is an obvious dividing line:
> 34 and < 35
Success rates are generally MUCH higher in the 34 and under crowd.
Success rates are noticeably lower in the 35+ crowd.
Does it matter a whole lot to me?
But somehow it still does just a little bit.
Like a trusty alarm clock, every so often I hit "snooze" on my infertility until it awakens me again with reminder that I have a slight discrepancy in that aspect of my life. The passing of time and the opportunity to parent has made life easier. But, infertility, my old friend woke me up to remind me that I will not need that snooze button much longer since my biological clock is winding down.
Blah. Who needs an alarm clock anyway??
I have something even better.