After a year of trying to get pregnant on our own and experiencing two early miscarriages, my husband and I decided it was time for a medical opinion of our situation. But in our grief and haste, we did the wrong thing: made an appointment at the first clinic we found on Google that was closest to our house.
Turning 27 last month has put me in a weird headspace. It's a headspace where I'm thinking about things like 5-year plans and IRAs and making monthly budgets and getting a credit card with relevant airline miles. It's also a headspace where I'm looking at said credit card and thinking about how it would feel to put a cycle of egg freezing on it.