Please stop telling me what to do, I already know

The last time someone told me not do or eat something was like 30 years ago, when I was overloading my system with carbs and ice-cream, and my parents thought it would be a good idea to make me stop. Most probably they also forbade me to do something during my teenage years, but IContinue reading “Please stop telling me what to do, I already know”

Fertility journeys

You, yes, you. The smug woman who got pregnant without even trying and therefore thinks that it’s that way for everyone. You, the one who had twins naturally and complains all the time. And you, the one who thinks that not having kids is a blessing. All of you shut up. As much as IContinue reading “Fertility journeys”

Some stories are never forgotten

Memories that have been shushed for ages resurface when one least expect it. When I was six years old, Mrs M, my adoptive mother got pregnant. At the time, I was obsessed with Alice in Wonderland and had asked my parents if we could name my sister Alice. Thirty-six years ago, I didn’t know IContinue reading “Some stories are never forgotten”

My father the gynecologist

GPs and specialists alike usually commend me on my grasp of medical terminology. They find it hard to understand that a ‘commoner’ can ask them about karyotypes, talk about genes, and show concern about the length of the cervix during the second trimester of pregnancy. The mere fact that I can utter the word ‘vagina’Continue reading “My father the gynecologist”