Dealing with infertility is really starting to mess with my brain.
For example, M. was surfing channels last night, as we were waiting for the 11pm news to come on. He stopped on the Dis.covery channel (one of our faves!) to see what the host of Bizarre Foods was eating. Turns out it was snail eggs, which the French are apparently calling a new kind of caviar. Really? I mean, I've ate snails, Ala escargot, but here some French guy has made a contraption to collect snail eggs, so that he can add brine and sell a kilo of the stuff for $1500! I think I'm in the wrong line of work.
Anyways, as I'm watching the host try the eggs, I'm suddenly freaked out. I mean, I've watched this guy eat a ton of really gross looking food before, why would watching him eat little white snail eggs bother me? And then it dawned on me. I said to M., "What does it say about me, that all I can think about are MY eggs in MY ovaries, and I see him eating them!"
Wow.
Does this mean I'm a little obsessed?
1- $1500 Really ??
ReplyDelete2- I am sorry that was all you could think about after the thought. This fertility business is hard not to obsess over