Tick…tock….tick…tock…. there goes my biological clock

Now who’s is the most constant person to remind you that you are getting old and if you don’t get hitched soon, you are going to have troubles getting pregnant. You are damn right!! Its our moms!!!!

Its funny how they are attuned to our bodies more than we are to ours. Yes, I worry sometimes about the fertility of my eggs. God knows when I would get married and would my eggs still be fresh when I intend to continue my lineage, but let’s get real; firstly to find a man who’s is nice to have a relationship would be a big challenge, secondly to find someone who’d wanna commit to marriage …ha ha ha, yeah sure fat chance of that happening and suppose you are lucky enough to find such a man, asking him about when you want to start a family and him replying right away are the same odds as catching Santa Claus sliding down your chimney on Christmas eve.

Realize how the biological clock is not a constant clock? It happens to every woman at different ages of their lives, I have younger friends who have had theirs beating already while mine is yet to kick in. I have come to believe my biological clock’s batteries are dead, that probably explains the procrastination.

According to this website, http://www.extendfertility.com/, when it comes to issues of fertility, it is the age of the egg, not the age of the woman that matters most. Women are born with a finite number of eggs, around 1 million. At puberty, that number has dwindled to 400,000 and subsequently approximately 750 eggs are lost each month. The eggs not only begin to diminish in quantity, but also in quality. The combination of these factors leads to a woman’s fertility beginning to decline in her 20’s and significantly deteriorating after age 35.

So yeah even if I wanted babies, I’d still need a sperm to help me with that arrangement and with mom’s old fashioned idea on how you need to get married first and then have kids, I can kiss the idea of heading off to a sperm bank goodbye!