by TONIA ZEMEK
I am not lining up for tickets to What to Expect When You’re Expecting, I’m busy working on its prequel What to Expect When You’re Not Expecting.
I’m 37, single and won’t be counting contractions anytime soon. Not exactly a box office hit. The leading lady is of course yours truly, but it’s the supporting actors and ensemble cast that really shine.
On a recent flight out of Sydney, a stranger advised me to freeze my eggs. Apparently it’s not just my tray table that needs stowing. Admittedly we’d been trapped on the tarmac for over an hour and were looking for ways to kill time. While I was ready to talk about the weather, 12A was ready to talk about my womb. As a former nurse she felt obliged to warn me that time was running out for me and my inconceivable baby. Granted, she meant well. However it did feel like an intrusion. My dear family and friends have never broached the subject and they know me better than anyone on QF544.