Pregnancy seems an easy enough thing to do. Boy meets girl, yadda yadda yadda, oops--were pregnant. The teachers in my tenth grade health class certainly made it seem like you could get pregnant from sitting to close to a boy in class. Fertility was something to be feared--like the flu. Heres the shocker though--its not that easy for some of us. Scratch that--not only is it not easy its not even mildly annoying or even mostly hard. Its harder that bowling ball I dropped on my toe during high school.

I never thought I would be among the ranks of the leper like infertile but here I am and I'd like to say: its just what you think it is--it sucks--big time.

We started hopefully enough; then my cycles started lengthening at a rate faster than the expansion of the universe. Six weeks...eight weeks...10 weeks...not a period in sight. Oh, back in the day when I first started my period I would have loved to be able to give it up for months at a time and now I'm thinking to myself "wouldn't it be nice to bleed every couple of weeks?"

So, I finally made the appointment to see the honest to god RE (reproductive endocrinologist for the uninitiated). I just got back with an armful of labsheets, information sheets and protocols. It sure does look fun, let me tell you. From what I can tell from the dozen or so things that have to be done in the next couple of weeks, we are headed down the path of glucophage/clomid IUI.

A cruise to the Bahamas? How about a weekend in Mexico? Oh--I hear Iceland is very pretty as well. Nah, how about we spend 2 grand having someone inject me full of drugs and then add that helpful little squirt of my husbands contribution. That sounds way better than a cruise.

I'm really trying to keep my sense of humor about this but I have to go make an appointment to have my uterus injected with dye so we can all rest assured there isn't a small civilization setting up residence in my tubes that would prevent an egg from strolling past. I'll let you know how my sense of humor is doing after that...