RING. RING.
You– “Hi (fertile friend). Just calling to say hello.”
“Nice to hear from y— JESSICA, GET OFF THE SOFA!—- How are things with you and—TOMMY, DO YOU HAVE A POOPIE DIAPER AGAIN? — Sorry ’bout that, what were you sayi— ONE MORE SCREAM AND YOU’RE SITTING IN THE CORNER, YOUNG LADY.” Continue reading »
You are sitting at a nice restaurant, trying NOT to think about infertility, when all of a sudden you see someone who looks very familiar to you — “Honey, isn’t that our Reproductive Endocrinologist over at table seven?” Continue reading »
Remember in high school when your boyfriend dumped your silly ass? Every love song you played (on your tape recorder) made you sob uncontrollably. Now, the same goes for infertility. Continue reading »
You have a secret infertile fantasy. You fantasize that you will somehow get pregnant naturally. Naturally meaning the good ole fashion “bing, bang, boom” way. You really believe that could happen even if you have no fallopian tubes, your eggs keep breaking, and his two-headed sperms keep crashing into one another. Continue reading »
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