I know, I know - there is nothing creative or unique about
starting a blog documenting one's journey through the haunted roller coaster
that is infertility. But guess what - I'm not writing this for you.
Don't get me wrong, I do have a small aspiration that my experience can bring
perspective and hope to those that choose to read it, but mostly I'm writing
this for the therapeutic benefits that journaling can bring. I don’t think my journey is any
different from all others who have gone through this – never would I try to
convince anyone that it is – but as we’ve moved forward I have come to realize
that through the ups and downs, we can find joy, we can be grateful, and we can
come out stronger than we ever thought we could be. That being said, I will not always be positive, I will not
always be optimistic, and fair warning this blog will probably contain a fair
amount of sarcasm.
Background
Aaron and I have been have been trying to conceive for about
3 years. I spent the first two
years in denial about our inability to get pregnant and over the last year we
have been working with an OB/GYN on some preliminary steps. We have ruled out the swimmers as the problem
and are pretty sure the culprit is my baby box. Unfortunately that means instead of trying to fix a lawn
mower, we have to try and fix a Ferrari (analogy cred to Aaron). I am currently on Clomid - or some generic form thereof – and, obviously because I’m
writing this, have yet to be successful.
The main kicker for starting this blog now is that we have an
appointment tomorrow to discuss the process and options of in utero – or
artificial insemination.
Disclaimer
While I appreciate and am happy for those that have found
success in a procedure or process – those who have been in my shoes will tell
you that the only thing more frustrating than dealing with infertility is
dealing with people giving you advice about infertility. So A) I promise to never give advice
and B) I don’t want yours.
So enjoy - or don't, follow - or don't, either way - here we go.
