The websites that had made me cry about the shabby state of my eggs also urged me to talk to an actual doctor. And so I went to my clinic, a sliding-scale joint for the uninsured that shares a floor with an AA clubhouse. You never know what you’re going to get at the clinic. On this particular day, I was met with the surprise of a brand-new doctor. Apparently, my old MD, whom I adored, required greater job security than the clinic—with its righteous mission statement and rocky funding sources—could provide. My new doc, a moody butch with gelled hair, looked at me blankly when I told her I wanted to have a baby.

“And is there a problem?” — Michelle Tea, Knocking Myself Up

 

Join Tea and Isabel Waidner for a conversation about Tea’s latest memoir Knocking Myself Up: A Memoir of My (In)Fertility. See link below for details.

 

 

MICHELLE TEA and ISABEL WAIDNER — KNOCKING MYSELF UP

Tuesday, September 6, at 7 pm

London Review Bookshop

14 Bury Place, Bloomsbury, London

 

*Michelle Tea, Knocking Myself Up: A Memoir of My (In)Fertility (New York: Harper Collins, 2022).

 

 

From top: Michelle Tea, photograph by Lily Moon courtesy of the photographer and the author; Michelle Tea, Knocking Myself Up: A Memoir of My (In)Fertility (2022), cover image courtesy and © Harper Collins; Isabel Waidner, photograph by Suzie Howell, courtesy of the photographer and the author.