Don't put all your eggs in one basket
Women are born with all the eggs, or oocytes they will ever have throughout their lifetime. Our egg fate is sealed before we ever leave the safety of our mother's womb, having been predetermined during our foetal development. Unlike our male counterparts, we cannot generate more sex cells (gametes) during our lifetime, we cannot pause their release, nor can we reproduce at the ripe age of eighty.
Time it would seem is against us ladies from the very beginning. In my case, time has been against me even prior to me noticing those peculiar feelings of attraction towards another person. Then there was the time when it wasn't the right time and so I went about my daily life, living, experiencing and loving. I dated, I traveled, I cooked and drank and laughed and wept as my biological clock silently ticked from within me. I fell in and out of love a small handful of times before I met someone who made me desire something extraordinary with them and so we decided after lengthy discussions over hot tea, movies, dinner, drives through the countryside and even whilst floating on our surfboards at the back of the breakers that we wanted to become parents.
Initially we wanted to adopt and if I'm being honest, I still want to but there is another feeling that begins somewhere from within my body that gently urges me to want to try to make a miracle happen. To grow and nurture, to sing to and nourish a little being inside me; the perfect mixture of a beautiful Malaysian man and a gentle Australian woman. I wish it were as simple as doing everything right and it will happen but for a select few of us, it's not that easy.
There's an old saying that goes, 'Don't put all your eggs in one basket'. We women have two baskets, our ovaries and in my case, one of these baskets is broken, destroying all of the eggs within. Through no choice of my own, all of my remaining eggs are in one basket, which is rotten luck and yet my story does not end here...