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Day One

The day is finally here. The one where I stop waiting for all the traffic lights to turn green; for all my ducks to be in a row; for my life to in any way follow the ordinary trajectory others take for granted. Today I am putting aside all my very real fears, all my very valid concerns and applying the philosophy of Fuckit.

The reality is that life has given me an ultimatum. I am running out of eggs. I thought about freezing them but I had to ask myself what was I waiting for? My Biological Clock has been ticking ever louder for nine years already. Clearly the time is never going to be right and the only time left is now.

I am 39 years, 2 months and 4 days old. The date is the 16th October 2014. It is the first day of my period and my emotions are volatile.

I call the Sister at the clinic to let her know that I’ll be coming in tomorrow. I won’t think about it until then.

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