Scrambled Eggs

Last week I was watching Zoe Deschanel in the hilarious show New Girl, when the topic they were joking about really struck a chord close to home for me. Basically, Jess, the show's star, finds out that by the age of 30 about 90% of a woman's eggs have died. Jess freaked on the show, while I simultaneously had a mini meltdown in front of my laptop.

After just passing my 27th birthday, and watching some of my friends popping out baby #2, I can't help but start to feel that biological clock ticking away like a little time bomb. I imagine one day it will ding like an egg timer, but instead of it saying dinner is ready, I will find out that my eggs were scrambled too long and are garbage-worthy. (Why did I  use my laptop as a heating pad when I had cramps back in university!?)

Anyway, I brought up the baby-making to my boyfriend and he was totally down (yes I found myself a baby lover), though he reminded me of our combined lack of money, crappy jobs, and living at home with our parents, which might prove to be problematic if we're planning on starting a family.

So, New Year's resolution for 2013: get my crap in order so I can make myself a baby... before all my eggs are fried.