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When you are denied something, its value is grossly overestimated in your mind. I rejected all the gifts in our life and dwelled on its single deficiency. Pregnancy was an exclusive club and I wanted to break in. When Rohini married Ranjith and moved to the 'big city', they had already planned the next five years of her life: job, home, and then child. After trying for three years and amidst increasing pressure from family, they decided it was time to seek medical help. But they weren't prepared for what came next, not only in terms of the invasive probing and deeply uncomfortable nature of…mehr

Produktbeschreibung
When you are denied something, its value is grossly overestimated in your mind. I rejected all the gifts in our life and dwelled on its single deficiency. Pregnancy was an exclusive club and I wanted to break in. When Rohini married Ranjith and moved to the 'big city', they had already planned the next five years of her life: job, home, and then child. After trying for three years and amidst increasing pressure from family, they decided it was time to seek medical help. But they weren't prepared for what came next, not only in terms of the invasive probing and deeply uncomfortable nature of infertility treatment but also the financial and emotional strain it would put on their marriage and the gnawing shame or feeling of inadequacy that she would experience as a woman unable to bear a child. What's a Lemon Squeezer Doing in my Vagina? is a witty, moving and intensely personal retelling of Rohini's five-year long battle with infertility, capturing the indignities of medical procedures, the sting of prying questions from friends and strangers alike, the disproportionate burden of treatment on the woman, the remaking of attitudes towards medicine and faith, and above all, underlying everything, the everyday anxiety about wayward hormones, follicles and embryos and the overarching anxiety about the outcome of the treatment, offering a no-holds barred view of her circuitous and highly bumpy road to motherhood.
Autorenporträt
Rohini S. Rajagopal was leading a fairly humdrum life in Bangalore when an encounter with infertility stopped her in her tracks. In a temporary suspension of good sense, she quit her well-paying, flexible-hours job to write this book that narrates her journey from infertility to motherhood. But for her current penury, she has no regrets about that move. She has a master's degree in English (media and communication). Her special talents include fitting dishes inside overfilled refrigerators and taking three-hour-long afternoon naps without the slightest trace of guilt. You can find her on Instagram at rajagopal.rohini.