Baster
Fiction by Jeffrey Eugenides: “She thought about the children she never had, lined at the windows of a ghostly school bus, faces pressed against the glass.”
"While Tomasina had been going on about her life, she hadn't noticed it: the eggs pitching themselves into oblivion, month by month. She saw it all now. While she canvassed for PIRG in college, her uterine walls had been thinning. While she got her journalism degree, her ovaries had cut estrogen production."