As someone who’s in her early 30′s, but yet pushing her mid-30′s (gasp!), I have been informed by my friends who have kids that my eggs are slowly but surely dying. Yes. Everyday that passes my ovaries are aging at some sort of epic rate like no other person in the world, and I will probably be infertile by later this afternoon. At least this is how it is explained to me, dramatically, with arms flailing and people pleading with me: “Please, Mandy! You’re running out of time! You have to do something!”
When I was a kid I assumed I’d get married and have my own children by the time I was old; which of course when you’re six or seven, “old” is 22 or so. Then the part about having kids stopped seeming appealing, and it was no longer part of my grown-up dream. I even declared this in an interview with the New York Post, despite the fact that my friends and family were making bets with my left and right that eventually I’d have kids, and I’d have to call up the Post and tell them I’m a liar. Because obviously the Post wants to get that call so they can do a follow-up piece on me, as I am quite an important member of this society. Pretending is fun!
In the interview, I was completely honest about my lack of desire to procreate, but then something horrible has been happening in the last six months and I can feel my ovaries pitter-pattering, just like my heart, when I’m around babies. It’s weird, it’s awful and I fear it means I may want to make a baby or something. Although, to be honest, my mom and sister have agreed that I’m not the best person to be a mother because I wouldn’t do so unless I could afford a full-time nanny. As stay-at-home mothers themselves, this mentality doesn’t fly.
“Why would you have a child, if you didn’t want to be with it 24-hours a day?”
“Because I have a life and would like continue to have that life,” is always my response.
So on a whim I started looking into freezing my eggs just to see what it might entail and cost. The results were not pretty. I knew it was expensive, but this shit is ridiculous.
Although prices vary from city to city, and hospital to hospital, each cycle can set you back anywhere from $6,000 to $15,000. In fact NYU, right up the street from charges about $12,000 per cycle. Of course, depending on how your body responds to those 10 days of hormone shots, it may take several cycles before you can can even get some viable eggs. Since I’m quite certain my eggs are already wonky, as statistics have told me, I’m probably looking at more than one cycle to get some eggs that are going to seal the deal later in life for me.
But then there’s also the “seal the deal” factor that actually isn’t a guarantee at all.