I never minded being the parent with the full-time gig… but now that I’m back to work full time, I’m bitter about the discrepancy in “Me Time” between us.
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.
It’s true! I – Infertile Girl — have created babies. 11 of them, to be exact. And as I sit here typing this, they are hanging out in a lab petri dish across town, concentrating on cell division and wondering why they’re not in a fallopian tube. Tricked you, babies!