As I drove to work, I heard a radio commercial that caught my attention. The announcer was asking if you were a female who took care of yourself. He asked -- are you a nonsmoker, did you exercise, do you take care of yourself. I was thinking yeah, yeah, yeah, I am what you are looking for. Mind you, I rarely get suckered in but this morning I was suckered in.
Then, the announcer says we are looking for single women. I'm thinking I'm one of these. He goes on -- single women who are healthy, non-smokers, blah, blah, blah. Next he says (here is the clincher) -- women in between the ages of 21 to 32 who would like to donate their eggs so couples can have an opportunity to have children.
When I heard this "age requirement," I caca'd in my pants. What -- I don't qualify because of one measly birthday? All of a sudden my huevos are not good enough to help a couple out.
Mind you, I have never really cared about my slowly, shriveling huevos until right that split second. That freakin radio commercial!
I immediately called a married friend and told her about my epiphany. She laughed at me because it's unlike me to think about my huevos. I guess I always thought they'd be there until I was ready.
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I'm going through an "I'm hot" phase. No, not the sexy Latina that I am, but one with an incredible urge to strip to my chones in the middle of a luncheon or business meeting. I mentioned it to my Mom as I was sweating profusely in El Paso and she said "Oh Oh." Of'course in the world of 45 year old celebrities having kids, it never occurred to me that yes, maybe my huevos are shriveling up too! That was my epiphany a few weeks ago. *sigh*
ReplyDeleteYou are too hilarious. I was cracking up reading your response. I never thought that maybe I was having pre-menopause symptoms. I always joke around that I am having them, but maybe just maybe I am. Thanks for keeping it real with me.
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