If you’re suffering from Endometriosis or experiencing symptoms, always seek medical advice from your doctor for diagnosis and treatment options.
I was out for dinner with a girlfriend last weekend and made the thoughtless decision to ask when she wanted to have kids.
The minute it came out of my mouth, I knew I’d just thrown a boomerang that was coming straight back to me. And it did. She answered, then asked me the same question.
I laughed awkwardly. “Ages,” I said. “Maybe 10 years? I can’t imagine having children by 30. I refuse to even think about it. I’m only 21.”
Of course, I was lying through my teeth.
I think about it most days. Some days the thought genuinely consumes me. Like a fleeting and intense storm that stops as fast as it starts, its onslaught gives little warning and its damage doesn’t discriminate.
In moments when I am ambushed by fear and confusion and worry, I find myself trying to navigate something that doesn’t affect me now, but may well in 10 years time.
Because the thing about fertility, and infertility for that matter, is that it’s a surprisingly exclusive conversation. As if your voice and emotions have more gravitas and credibility the moment you start trying for kids. In this domain, the women that have the monopoly on the conversation are the ones living through it: The ones trying and the ones struggling. It’s simply an older woman’s conversation.