Being pregnant is an absolute. You either are, or you’re not. Right? That’s what I always thought, but like many things in this dog-and-pony show, I am learning as I go.
IVF & Being Infertile
An Infertility Christmas Newsletter
All Christmas letters, if they’re being honest, should extoll the good AND the bad. Mine tries to do just that.
All I want for Christmas is the truth
Christmas is one of my favorite times of year, but there are a few blemishes on this lovely season. I’ve determined the most awful part of the holidays: THE CHRISTMAS LETTER.
My most humiliating infertility moment
You can take the girl out of the city, but no matter where I go, infertility consumes most of my waking-hour thoughts. Recently, I experienced the WORST embarrassing moment yet in my infertility journey. It’s going to haunt me for life.
Ready, set…… Um, do we have to go NOW?
We’ve got the green light and the frozen embryo transfer is scheduled. So why am I feeling a spooky foreboding rather than giddy anticipation?
Two cavities, one big hole
It’s not a fun appointment, but we all go twice a year (or we should). Funny how a trip to the dentist can make an unhappy Infertile (me) all introspective.
Fear of trying
I should be calling the doctor, but I’m not. Is it because I’m enjoying some much-needed time off from ART? Or am I a huge coward? Maybe it’s both.
Dr. Pancake and my WTF Appointment
My doctor got rid of the private entrance for infertility patients, but I now understand the appeal of the back door (wait, that didn’t come out right).
Grief after IVF fails: is there an expiration date?
It’s been over 3 weeks since our IVF cycle failed. I’m not over it, but the world’s telling me I’ve outstayed my welcome in Sympathyville.