Thank you Jennifer Aniston. Thank you for being brave. For the first time ever – and after years of speculation about the status of your womb – you have “come out” about your struggle to conceive and your years of IVF.
This week, in a cover story for Allure, a US-based magazine, Aniston declared she no longer had anything to hide. “The ship has sailed,” she revealed. In saying so, Aniston finally terminated the perennial questions about whether she’d chosen her career over motherhood. Turns out it was less a case of “wasn’t ready to” and more a case of “couldn’t” have a baby: what she describes as the “challenging road” of “baby-making” including unsuccessful IVF.
It’s a road I know well because I’ve walked it myself. When I was 34, my partner and I started trying for a family. Until then I’d done what women of my generation were told to do. I went to university. I spent my 20s climbing the career ladder, eventually running a London theatre. I thought motherhood came later. But after a year of having sex-to-schedule, nothing had happened. We went to our first fertility clinic. It was the start of a decade-long journey, which involved 11 rounds of unsuccessful IVF, multiple miscarriages and a life-threatening ectopic pregnancy.
For many years, I led a secret life. Publicly I had a successful career; privately I was on a desperate mission to become a mother. I would lie on the operating table having my eggs collected under anaesthetic first thing in the morning and be back in the office before lunch. I even miscarried my baby in a public toilet and then continued on as if nothing had happened.