One of the way infertility ruins our life is that it's sneaky. It toys with us emotionally, physically, financially & in every other way but it does it so cleverly, little by little, that we barely notice it's taken us over completely, body, mind, heart, & soul. The damn thing is a cult. And one of the first aspects of our life that infertility gets its grimy clutches into is our love life. One day you're walking hand in hand along the sun-kissed beach, the warm breeze of the ocean blowing your hair against his face. The next you're walking hand in hand into a fluorescent lit examination room, lifting yourself with one hand onto the table and holding your backless gown shut with the other so you won't flash passersby if it catches the breeze from the a/c . "What the hell just happened?" All of a sudden,just like that, our warm, lovey-dovey, kissy-kissy partnership has turned into somewhat of a business partnership: "Well we have to have sex by Tuesday. Wednesday of the latest. Ideally if we could meet up on both days... Are you available at 4 on Tuesday and 7:15 on Wednesday? 7:30 after Jeopardy! in the bedroom? That'll be fine. See you then."
This week's post: "Infertility & Romance. Romance? What Romance?" can be found at IRMS Reproductive Medicine at St. Barnabas' blog-- thanks to the lovely Dr.Serena H. Chen who allows me to sully their blog with my two cents. http://www.sbivf.com/blog/infertility-romance-romance-what-romance/
Please take a look at my very own personal infertility / IVF journey in my own warped point of view in my book.- Available in paperback & eBook. (Amazon, Kobo, Nook.)