We haven’t left our path to our baby bird’s conception a mystery, not at all. We’ve both written (here and here) about the trials and tribulations of infertility, quite openly. It took us almost two years, forgotten sums of money, and a team of dedicated medical professionals to turn our baby girl from a specimen container into a reality.
Which is why I was dumbfounded when, without all of the fanfare, planning, and preparation that she invested into breaking the news the first time, my wife woke me up by poking me in the chest with a positive pregnancy test. Continue reading “But, How?”
The minutiae of our fertility treatment journey is better captured in my wife’s post, and as she has already written about it I am not going to redundantly chime in about the progression in fertility treatments from a midwife up to a reproductive endocrinologist (RE). All of the details aside, it will suffice to say that getting my wife pregnant was going to take some teamwork. Continue reading “Infertility, From Dad’s Side of the Bed”
I’ve really looked forward to sharing this story for quite a while. Even when we were still in the depths of this journey, unsure of what the outcome would be, I knew I wanted to tell the world about our experience with infertility. We have been very open about it, so if you’ve been close to us in the last few years you probably already know some of this. Infertility is incredibly common, even in “young & healthy” couples. However, like many uncomfortable and/or controversial things, it’s a topic that often goes untouched in even our deepest conversations with our closest friends. I understand that for many, it’s just a very personal part of a relationship that they don’t want to share… but I think so many feel shame because they feel like something is wrong with them. Why can’t my body do what it’s literally made to do? It’s a hard matter to accept- that maybe we won’t be able to have our own child, or that we’ll need medical assistance in order to do so. Beyond that, when we make the decision to start a family, it’s just not something most of us would think about. I know that when we started trying to get pregnant in the summer of 2013, I did not think we would struggle, and I certainly didn’t expect it to take 22 cycles. I honestly didn’t know much about my body or pregnancy at all, but I figured I would just stop taking my birth control and I’d be pregnant within a few months at the most. So, let’s go back to July of 2013.
Continue reading “Infertility, from Mom’s Side of the Bed”