I've decided to freeze my eggs. Not the sort you get in a carton, the sort you find in an ovary. I'm single, 35 next week and believe it's the sensible thing to do. My first doctor's appointment is on Friday which is also Valentine's Day. Seems fitting.
It's a topical subject because the Government has announced a consultation into the current, 10-year limit on egg freezing. That is to say, if you freeze your eggs today, they can only be kept for 10 years before they need to be thrown out. Not sure where. Maybe the compost. Or you can donate them for research purposes.
This limit was set by the 1990 Human Fertilisation and Embryology Act when tinkering with women's eggs in a laboratory was a relatively new science. There were fears about the quality of eggs declining; angst that no limit would lead to hordes of geriatric mothers proudly carting woollen bundles around their retirement homes. One expert told me there were also worries that, without a limit, Britain's freezer capacities might be stretched. That seems unlikely given that a human egg is infinitely smaller than the full-stop at the end of this sentence but we are talking 30 years ago.
Critics of the Government's decision thunder that extending the limit is an Orwellian step to a world where too many babies are made in petri dishes. They think it'll become easier for sharp-elbowed career women to delay having babies, pushing it back further than we have already.