For me and
my husband, this hunch has proved to be something more. This is our story. And, let me clarify that this story is in laymen’s
terms because everything I have found to this point about this whole infertile subject
is very stiff, very Doogie Howser, MD sounding.
My hunch became more of a reality as my period grew
increasingly heavy and intolerable. I
remember quite clearly the day I was wearing a “champagne” colored bridesmaid
dress as something more the color of merlot began leaking down my leg {despite
me already using multiple feminine products}.
I remember hobbling to the bathroom to clean-up and calling my
{pregnant} sister for reinforcements in the form of diaper-like pads. Anyone who knows the pain of “trying,” knows
that the reminders of babies and families are everywhere. Even in our underwear! Ah, touché life… touché!
This was
month one of “trying.”
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