My Ovaries Are Too Old, According To My Dad

"You know that when old people have kids, their kids are retarded," my father said while dicing vegetables. My husband shot me an angry glance, my blood boiled, my father chewed on a carrot. "So, when exactly are you having children," he continued while reaching for a cucumber. "DAD!" I groaned and tried to tune…

I Could Outrun A Tiger: Panic And Anxiety

Sometimes, my brain is a real asshole and seems to hate me. I've had anxious episodes a few times in my life. I suffer from low-grade depression, not always, but often. I've had a few panic attacks throughout my life. Lately, it's been bad. About four months ago I went out for drinks with colleagues…

Trying To Conceive: An OBGYN I’d Probably Marry

In my last blog post, Just Stare Into My Vagina and Tell Me It Will Be Okay, I wrote about how scared I am to have a baby. Or, how scared I am to try to have a baby, since I'm not actually pregnant, yet. As of then I couldn't find an OBGYN, with higher ratings than…

Just Stare Into My Vagina And Tell Me It Will Be Okay

My husband and I are in our mid-thirties and approaching that romantic place where we feel like if we're going to have babies we should probably do it. I've held out for a long time. Partially to spite our family because his parents are like, "do you not understand how sex works?" and my dad…