A few months ago, I sat in a clinic waiting room for a friend while she underwent an egg retrieval. She’d spent the few weeks before that giving herself hormone injections every night, skipping the wine at happy hour, getting her blood drawn before work to check her levels. She’s single, in her late 30s, and freezing her eggs now, before she’s decided exactly how she wants to become a parent. Maybe she’ll use them by herself in a few years witho…
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