When I finally got pregnant, all the pregnancy books I started reading had special chapters on “pregnancy over 35.” I had always been healthy, but the fact that I deserved my own chapter in a book made me feel a little squeamish. If age is just a number, why is 35 the “magic number?” Is there an invisible dimension women cross when they celebrate their 35th birthday? Do certain chemicals in your body get an alert message saying “warning, warning” a woman just turned 35, start dispatching the “bad eggs?”
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