Hmmm… Spring Break for Infertile Women. We all could really use a Spring Break. Maybe I should pitch the idea to MTV. What’s hotter than watching a group of women in thong bikinis doing shots on the beach at sunset? True, it would be a group of angry, frustrated, infertile women doing hormone shots…
MTV would never air it. They’d be out of business in hours. Clearly women going through fertility treatments desperately need a crazy, wild, college-esque Spring Break. It would just be too disturbing to televise… All of us…thousands of us…living together… every day… all day…in one big alcohol-free sorority house: The Delta Gamma Gametes. How long do you think it would be before our “House of Fun” became a “Fun House”…like at a carnival? Or do I mean “House of Horrors”?
I think everything would start out all warm and fuzzy and chummy and supportive. Ah, but how long before we would lose that lovin’ feeling and devolve into “The Sisterhood of the Traveling Hormones?”
And let’s see what’s on the week’s agenda, shall we?
Day 1: So who’s bringing what to the pity party?
“You people just don’t understand what I’m going through! I know that you’re all going through it too. That’s my point! If you know what I’m going through, then why don’t you understand that I just want all of you to go away and leave me in peace so I can go through what I’m going through by myself?! All I ask, is that for the time the thousands of us are living together in this house that you respect my personal space. I feel so alone. You people just don’t understand.”
Day 2: Spring Break Work Out: Let’s Get Critical…Critical…
“The only thing I hate more than people going on and on about their kids in front of me, is when a bunch of infertile women go on and on about how much they hate when other people talk about their kids in front of them, in front of me!”
Day 3: A Little Unhealthy Competition Among Total Strangers aka: Offering Less Support than a Dollar Store Bra.
“I know it’s horrible that you’ve been going through this for two years…and I do feel for you…I really do…but I’ve been going through this for two and a half years!”
“Two and a half years?! OMG. If I have to go through this for another six months I’ll kill myself!”
“Thanks a lot! I’ve been going through this for five years.”
And how about a few hands of Progesterone Poker?:
“Really? Well, I’ve been going through this for six years AND I’ve had two surgeries and three IUI’s.”
“Well, I had an IUD before I had four IUI’s, one IVF and an FET. They drained my entire IRA! Did you have your IRA drained?!”
Day 4: You know the fun is on the wane when housekeeping becomes a top priority.
“And if you guys are going to throw baby dust at each other, which I think is great…I’m of course all for it…who wouldn’t be?… could you at least clean it up when you’re done? I’m sure I’m not the only one here who knows how to use a vacuum!”
While we women would be roughing it with very limited access to technology- namely a single red phone each… A hotline to our fertility doctors for “emergency” questions…
Our spouses/boyfriends/lovers/partners would be on Spring Break too in a separate wing of the house. Way over there. Just them, air conditioning, big screen TVs, a 24 hour open bar, pool tables, putting green, stocked refrigerators, two toilets each, and, most importantly… sound-proof walls.