In a moment of panic the other week, I almost ran to my computer, signed into my blog and Facebook accounts, and deleted all mention of our infertility. I take it all back. Am I crazy for talking about this so publicly? Who really needs to know the intimate details of our baby making efforts?
Tag: infertility
Ever since last week, when we learned the date of our first IVF cycle, I’ve been on an emotional rollercoaster. Wait, let’s be serious. This entire process leading up to the learning of the date of our first IVF cycle has been an emotional rollercoaster. I was at work when I got the call to
I spent the better part of seventy-two hours over this past weekend wondering if I was pregnant. I know. I know. The same girl who, for months, has been blogging about her journey to IVF; for whom a natural pregnancy would be a near-miracle. I know. But, almost two weeks ago, I had blood work
Our infertility was not a secret from my boss for very long. About a month after our first RE appointment, my husband had his first semen analysis. I knew I’d get the phone call from the doctor’s office with the results while I was at work, but I hadn’t quite mentally steeled myself for my
As you may remember from last week’s post, my husband and I recently attended an information session for those beginning the IVF process. I think the first true test of our willingness to do IVF was trying to find the info session. When we scheduled the appointment, we were told where at the hospital to
Two weeks ago, we got the phone call giving us the green light to move ahead with the IVF process. Huge, right? This week, we’ll attend an IVF info session, and we’ll hopefully begin discussing the details with our fertility doctor at an appointment later in the month. In the meantime, I’ve decided to start
These days, it seems every decision I make centers around our hypothetical, unborn, not-yet conceived children. The house we’re looking to buy: How many bedrooms does it have? What is the backyard like? How good is the town’s school system? Before we learned we were having trouble conceiving, I went as far as buying loose, flowy
In the weeks leading up to our infertility appointments, I am the poster child for organization. I’ve made the appointment, gone online to do some research about whatever stage we’re at or test we’re getting, checked our insurance policy to see if we’re covered for this visit, laid out any paperwork that needs to be
Is infertility a disease? Genetic issue? Problem? Disability? Do we not talk about it because we don’t know how to? A friend of mine shared this article on her Facebook wall last week, and it speaks to an issue almost as debilitating as infertility itself—the fact that no one talks about it. I understand why