Jessi Klein is 35 and childless, which meant it was time for that “horribly clichéd sad-woman moment” at her gynecologist’s office: The moment her doctor asked if she wanted some “literature” about freezing her eggs. At that moment, “I decided I didn’t want the literature. And I don’t ever want the literature about anything related to the world of Fertility. It’s my big thirty-fifth birthday present to myself,” Klein writes on the Daily Beast.
Klein has no desire to force her body “into doing something it may not naturally feel like doing,” she hates doctors’ offices, and she’d rather spend the money on something else—like adoption. “I don’t ever want to feel so desperate about having my biological child,” she concludes. “If I have one wish for this birthday, it is that 35 is the end of desperation and the beginning of acceptance. And part of that is believing that if I’m meant to give birth, I will.”