I currently teeter on the short side of 35 years, an age known for the way it changes a woman’s perspective.
Just the other day, for example, I found myself “lunching” with an old friend, discussing the phenomenon of turning 35, or “mammogram age” as my friend so aptly put it. My imagination, unruly by nature and fueled by factual details introduced by my medical-resident husband, moved into overdrive as I secretly considered the unspeakable: 35 years is mammogram age for a woman WITH children…what about the slew of procedures and battery of tests that surround… gasp… A LATER PREGNANCY?