The first in what might be a series of snapshots from the
author’s Half.com inventory
Taking Charge of Your
Fertility: The Definitive Guide to Natural Birth Control and Pregnancy
Achievement by Toni Weschler
Sandra
would leave it on the shuttle bus for the rest of us to read. I tried to be
discrete about reading explicit contents in view of the general public, but
would inevitably be caught off guard by the inevitable Midwestern tourist
shouting “Konichiwa!” into the driver’s side window, and I’d scramble to cover
the illustrations of the concept of “egg-white consistency” while giving
directions to the garden entrance.
Sandra
was married, her second Master’s degree was in Medieval Literature, and at some
point between Master’s programs she had worked on an Alaskan fishing boat. She
was the only one of us planning on getting pregnant, but our collective
curiosity led us one by one to each purchase our own copy for future reference.
Sandra
left the garden to go to nursing school, and ceremoniously passed her gate keys
on to me at her Last Day party. Sara left a month or two later, once she got
her massage license. Jacque left to move to Florida with her Navy boyfriend,
who later became her Navy husband. Mali and Kris got promoted, and I got laid
off while working on my grad school application. Fortunately I got in to the
school I applied for, because I’d otherwise run out of things to do in
Portland.
Despite
reading this book cover to cover, I’ve never actually bothered to track my
ovulation. Without actual plans to have a child, it just seemed like a lot of
work to acquire knowledge I didn’t really have an immediate use for—like
learning how to change your oil when you don’t own a car.
I
know how to check the oil, a skill I’ve only used when doing maintenance checks
on the shuttle bus. I learned it from an ex-boyfriend who kept promising one
day he’d show me how to do a complete oil change. He never got around to
showing me, but also I never got around to getting my own car. Last year I
found out he has a wife and a baby, and it totally weirded me out. I heard they
live in Portland now.
Half.commentary: Taking Charge of Your Fertility
The first in what might be a series of snapshots from the author’s Half.com inventory
Taking Charge of Your Fertility: The Definitive Guide to Natural Birth Control and Pregnancy Achievement by Toni Weschler
Sandra would leave it on the shuttle bus for the rest of us to read. I tried to be discrete about reading explicit contents in view of the general public, but would inevitably be caught off guard by the inevitable Midwestern tourist shouting “Konichiwa!” into the driver’s side window, and I’d scramble to cover the illustrations of the concept of “egg-white consistency” while giving directions to the garden entrance.
Sandra was married, her second Master’s degree was in Medieval Literature, and at some point between Master’s programs she had worked on an Alaskan fishing boat. She was the only one of us planning on getting pregnant, but our collective curiosity led us one by one to each purchase our own copy for future reference.
Sandra left the garden to go to nursing school, and ceremoniously passed her gate keys on to me at her Last Day party. Sara left a month or two later, once she got her massage license. Jacque left to move to Florida with her Navy boyfriend, who later became her Navy husband. Mali and Kris got promoted, and I got laid off while working on my grad school application. Fortunately I got in to the school I applied for, because I’d otherwise run out of things to do in Portland.
Despite reading this book cover to cover, I’ve never actually bothered to track my ovulation. Without actual plans to have a child, it just seemed like a lot of work to acquire knowledge I didn’t really have an immediate use for—like learning how to change your oil when you don’t own a car.
I know how to check the oil, a skill I’ve only used when doing maintenance checks on the shuttle bus. I learned it from an ex-boyfriend who kept promising one day he’d show me how to do a complete oil change. He never got around to showing me, but also I never got around to getting my own car. Last year I found out he has a wife and a baby, and it totally weirded me out. I heard they live in Portland now.
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