I’ve stopped counting days and taking my temperature every morning. I’m protesting online message boards and reading any book about fertility. I’m trying to have sex with my husband whenever the urge strikes, and not just because it’s “Cycle Day 10, 12, 13, 14 and 16.”
The Wannabe Mom: My Drug
Our reproductive endocrinologist has prescribed the good drugs. Maybe we need more love. Maybe we need more drugs. Maybe we need more crazy. Maybe we need more cowbell.
The Wannabe Mom: My Easter Egg
Please welcome our newest columnist — we’re calling her The Wannabe Mom, because that’s exactly what she is. She’s been trying to conceive for more than a year and was recently diagnosed with unexplained infertility.