Infertility News: I Couldn't Make This Stuff Up (Wednesday)

So what were we talking about? Oh right. Wacky infertility news from around the world.  Yesterday it was the 45 year old lady in Australia, in jail for Welfare fraud, who won the right to continue her IVF treatments during her incarceration. Apparently her window of opportunity to get pregnant was about six months shorter than her jail sentence.  

A case of poor planning I think. It's like that old saying: "If you do the crime, you gotta... make sure you don't get caught until after menopause."

Another hot topic on Infertility News Channel (Please someone tell me if I'm not making that up): Europeans who don't feel they can get the treatments they need in their own country, so they head over to someone else's. 

Medical professionals don't seem to care much for the term "Fertility Tourism" . I can understand that. It sounds like there's going to be some guy standing at the airport selling live sperm key chains.

And rows and rows of gift shops crammed with infertility chachkis: Mugs that say: "Kiss me I'm Infertile", T-shirts with a picture of an egg that read: "I'd Rather Be Fertilized" or bumper stickers that proclaim: "Proud Parent of an IVF Patient".

Of course I would opt for the one that read: "Back up! Only my husband and my Reproductive Endocrinolgist are allowed this close to my ass!"

(Wouldn't you love to read the lips of the person behind you squinting to sort out "Reproductive Endocrinologist" on a bumper sticker? How many collisions would that cause?)

Well, what this is all about is that some people in the UK, let's say, are considered too old to qualify for IVF there, or the prices are too steep. So they go all the way to Amsterdam. Or single women or lesbian couples are denied treatment in France and step over to Belgium. Italy's restrictions on sperm and egg donors has sent Italians packing more than any other country.

I'll be honest. In the U.S. you don't see as much of that. You probably wouldn't go over to New York City  because you couldn't get the treatment you sought in New Jersey. You might go for the pizza after treatments... 

So, as I said, much of the medical community doesn't like the term: "Fertility Tourism". Apparently they prefer  "Cross-Border Reproductive Care". Which to me sounds like you lift up your night gown every night, jut your butt out over the state line, somebody injects you and you go home to bed. But whatever.  

Listen, I gotta go. I have to call the mechanic and see if my car is ready. Apparently the only thing that didn't need to be replaced was the ashtray. It must still be under warranty.  I'll talk with ya tomorrow.