is 22 and blonde, blue-eyed and tall. He’s 6" 3' to be exact,
but he weighs only 140 pounds.
swimmers arrived Fedex (packed in dry ice) seven days before I actually
ovulated. (The container was beige and heavy with old routing bills stuck
here and there.) It sat for a time in my kitchen beside its American
cousin, the mid-sized garbage can. There’s a strong family resemblance—they’re
the same width, and they both have a round domed lid—but the garbage
can is a little taller, standing a full three feet high.
He (or his sperm,
at least) hung out with me as we wait till I ovulate. He was my dinner
companion. I set him up in his large round container on the chair across
the table from me. As I ate my steamed vegetables and George Formaned
meat (perhaps I can still lose another 2 pounds before I ovulate… it’s
107 pounds lost and counting), I told him about my day. A part of me
thought it would be lovely if I didn’t have to drink both glasses
of wine and Olaf had more to contribute to the conversation. He kind
of just agrees with me all the time, though what can I really expect?
He’s only 22.
As I sat there
each night I couldn’t help comparing him to other men I’ve
had dinner with over the last four years. Many, many men over many
plates of steamed veggies in the midst of many, many pounds lost.
I was on a mission.
Olaf,” I say one night. “I wanted to get married. I wanted
babies. Lots of babies.”
I look for a
long while at Olaf’s routing bills and think how it was more than
that. More than just wanting babies. It was needing babies. A craving.
A physical pull.
It was waking
up sweating after a dream where I am old and alone on an empty beach.
Sitting on an old-fashioned lawn chair and thinking that it was impossible
I should still be this way… partnerless. Childless.
About this one
thing I have always been certain: I was born to be a mother.
Through my 20s
and 30s, all around me, friends paired up and married, a little while
later they were pregnant. But not me. I was off to school and then grad
school. I was traveling. I was thinking I had time. Lots of time.
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