At a recent appointment with a reproductive endocrinologist (RE) the office manager told me I was “geriatric.” If you’re a woman, as soon as you hit your thirties, you’re OBGYN will remind you that your biological clock is ticking. After 35, after 6 months of trying, they’ll start prodding you with needles and throwing weird hormonal numbers at you. The older you are, every RE without fail will remind you of scary statistics. If you’ve had enough being reminded of your aging rotten eggs, and you feel young in spirit and outlook, join me on my journey. I am starting this blog tonight while drinking a cup of overbearingly sweet…