Years ago, in junior high, my biology teacher told us that girls are born with all the eggs they will ever have.

When I was in my twenties, my OB/GYN told me that being on the Pill was a good thing because it would help me to “conserve eggs.”

Since I hit my thirties, I’ve been picturing my poor old eggs, puckering and losing potency in their little carton, there on the supermarket shelf of my ovaries. (N.B.: I never did make it to high school biology.)

A few years ago, my fertility specialist told me that my miscarriages might have been caused by the advanced age of my eggs.

So what is this: Hype? or hope?