Mother’s Day for Women with Infertile Bodies & Fertile Minds

The Land of Infertility is sometimes referred to as: The Land of If.

On Mother’s Day, we modify it further to: “The Land of ‘What Ifs’. ”

How did you handle the “Mother’s Day What Ifs” this year?

Those who are going through infertility are typically pretty spectacular at conjuring up “What Ifs” at record speed. But really,  how many Mother’s Day “What Ifs” can one woman with an infertile body but incredibly fertile mind create in her head?

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Laughing IS Conceivable: Not Just for Infertility Anymore

(The original “Ted Talks”)

“It all started at a 5000 watt radio station in Fresno California.” Of course this is Ted Baxter’s story on The Mary Tyler Moore Show not my story but this is what I feel like I’m about to tell you. Laughing IS Conceivable started while I was struggling to get pregnant as a way for me to get my frenetic ramblings out of my head and onto paper where they luckily evolved into a book instead of one very long, incoherent suicide note. I’ve known since I was little that I saw things in life at an angle. (This coming from a girl who barely limbo-ed her way under the geometry bar before it crushed her trachea.) Maybe it’s just me mentally and emotionally removing myself from situations that I can’t handle or understand. Maybe it’s self-preservation. Maybe it’s denial. All I know is my mind has always gone into joke mode at seemingly the most inappropriate times. (Speaking of The Mary Tyler Moore Show- See the “Chuckles Bites the Dust” episode. That would be me- wisecracking at a funeral.)

Like just yesterday, a friend posted that her ex, her children’s father, had died. So I’m scrolling down and everyone’s sending their condolences and prayers and then I notice one post from one of her neighbors I guess: “I know this is a bad time, but if you’re done with my step ladder, could I please have it back?” Obviously this particular ridiculousness wasn’t just in my head. All I could think of was: “We’re talking a step ladder here. So he’s not looking to save a cat on a roof or anything. He’s looking to make himself three feet taller.” I felt like replying: “Yeah, now may not be the best time for her. Don’t you have a kitchen chair you could stand on?”

So, realizing that everyone’s mind doesn’t go astray like mine does in times of crisis, I wrote that Laughing IS Conceivable book for others going through infertility who actually just try to deal with their problems without mocking them, hoping that my mocking and sarcasm might help.

From there, I started this Laughing IS Conceivable blog to further help others and to help sell the damn book. So now what? The whole theme of almost everything I’ve written over the years to me has always been: Laughing IS Conceivable… and Humor Heals.  With that in mind, I’m now looking to branch out into other areas besides infertility. Don’t get me wrong (or like they say on the Maury show: “Don’t get me twisted!”) 12 1/2 years and 3 kids later, infertility is still and will always be a part of my life and my writing. But I’m exploring other topics that interest me and are, in my opinion, as equally worthy of mocking and sarcasm as infertility. What do all of these topics have in common? They’re all extremely stressful seasons in a person’s life. And they’re times that many many people have to deal with in a course of a lifetime–and they’re all things I’ve personally gone through like: Living below the poverty line, losing your parents, raising multiples, having a dead-end job (or several), relocating, anxiety issues, dieting and exercising…  No. No heartrending stories of abuse or neglect. Just stresses that I’ve been through in the course of my life so far… How about in your life so far? Anything sound familiar? Ring a bell? Anything?

Everything in Laughing IS Conceivable world is being revamped to reflect the shift. In the coming months, I will have a brand new website, a new book, audio-book versions, and a podcast where I can publicly interview renowned professionals and ask them personal questions that nobody ever asks them.

“Would you still be a fertility doctor if it paid $40,000 a year?” (Would that be wrong?–  It’s one thing to read my words, but what a treat it will be for you to hear my actual voice. It’s soothing  melodic, and uplifting: Like a hybrid of Deepak Chopra,  the Little Mermaid, and Joy Behar.)

I will keep posting here regularly while it’s all in the works. I really appreciate all of your support. I hope you will come along with me on this Laughing IS Conceivable adventure… (For updates, please join my list of subscribers: http://laughingisconceivable.com- top of home page)

Current Books in the Laughing IS Conceivable Series on Amazon, B & N, & Kobo:

Laughing IS Conceivable: One Woman’s Extremely Funny Peek into the Extremely Unfunny World of Infertility.

La Risa ES Concebible. (Spanish Version of Infertility Book) 

Laughing IS Conceivable: From End of School to Back-to-School- I love my kids. I love my kids. I LOVE my kids.   

Flip the Script: I Will If I Must

Flip the script? What’s that all about? If you haven’t heard, this week, the last full week in April every year in fact, is NIAW: National Infertility Awareness Week. Resolve.org (a great place for all things infertility & family building– resources, advocacy etc) comes up with a specific theme every year for NIAW. This year’s theme is: “Flip the Script”. I can’t accept that. Couldn’t they call it something else? Anything else? I know it’s just me. But see, this is the thing: My guilty pleasure (okay, 1 of 26) is watching Maury.

To sum it up: People want to find out if they’re really the baby-daddy or if their boyfriend is cheating so they think it would be a good idea– I still have no idea why– to find out on national television. Anyway, I adore Maury the host, but in an attempt to sound hip and current, things come out of his mouth that should not come out of any 80 year old’s mouth like: “You accused your man of cheating and now he’s flipped the script. You wouldn’t do him like that, would you?”

RESOLVE likely didn’t expect “Flip the Script” to be as controversial a phrase choice as it’s turned out to be. (The controversy beginning and ending with Maury and me of course.) I think their intention is  to inspire everyone dealing with infertility to be out and proud… maybe not proud… just not ashamed about it: A catalyst to get people suffering in silence to at least talk about it, share, help, and inform those around us within and without the infertility community.

Funny thing is: I’ve always been the biggest in the closet out of the closet infertile person. I mean, I have this blog about my own personal infertility exploits. And I have a book about it. And I’m forever skulking around the support groups talking about it… but with my friends, family, neighbors and coworkers… I really don’t discuss it much and never really did… not even while I was going through treatments.

I’ve never felt shame or embarrassment. It was more: “This is so not at all your business” or “I spend half my day living it, I really don’t feel like spending the other half recounting the first half.”

I’ve always felt strongly that infertility is so personal that you have to do what’s best for you. If you’re honest with yourself and you’re honestly suffering because you’re not sharing what you’re going through with friends, family, the general public., open up, let it out. Expect no particular reaction. They might be supportive. They might be judgmental. They might say a bunch of dumb things. Or a combo platter of all three. Nothing you can do about that. Your only goal should be to share with them what you feel you need to. Screw how they react. That’s their issue, not yours.

I’ve always spoken candidly about my IUI/IVF/FET experiences with others going through it and family of others going through it… but as far as my own family and friends… whatever. I’ve always been wildly inconsistent with the details, I’d make some vague comment like: “Yeah, I’m going back to the doctor today. I’m trying to get pregnant.” Let them think I was sleeping with the doctor. Who cares? Then two days later they’d ask how it went and I’d say: “Fine” and walk away or just act like I didn’t even know what they were referring to. When people at work compared notes behind my back, I’m sure it just sounded like I was making stuff up as I went. I figured that was okay because it was right in line with the treatments themselves: The medical staff  sounded like they were making things up too. I remember the first time the nurse told me in her cheery “no big deal” voice:

“So every night you’re going to pinch your stomach and give yourself an injection subcutaneously.”

I was in a fog: “Wait. Hold up. I’m going to give myself injections? Are you sure? That doesn’t sound right.”

“It’s easy. You dial this pen…”

“I’m sticking myself with a pen? Do you really work here? Don’t take this personally, but is there maybe another nurse I can double-check this with?.. Or a doctor? Or the billing person? She always seems to be around.”

If you’d like more laughs at infertility’s expense, please check out my book- Laughing IS Conceivable: One Woman’s Extremely Funny Peek into the Extremely Unfunny World of Infertility. It’s been downloaded by 1000s & is recommended by renowned Reproductive Endocrinologists around the U.S. Available in eBook & paperback. (Amazon / Nook / Kobo) http://laughingisconceivable.com /Amazon: https://www.amazon.com//dp/0692950117/

 

Infertile Women on Spring Break

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…

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Valentine’s Day: Finally: The Perfect Holiday.

Valentine’s Day is the perfect holiday for people trying to conceive.  I know you think I’m about to go into the importance of rekindling our romance. Yeah yeah… I’ll get to that in a minute. But first and foremost:

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Expect to have Holiday Expectations

So you think you dread the holidays this year because you’re dealing with infertility? How about before you were dealing with infertility? I truly believe that many many people- those with normally functioning reproductive systems included- either dread or at least would rather not go to these family soirees and there’s one main reason: Expectations: Either we fear that our holiday gatherings won’t live up to what we expect. Or, even worse: They will.

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Infertility at Work- at the Company Holiday Party

“My Co-Workers are like Family”

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Why do people think that’s a good thing? So you’re telling me that you get on each other’s nerves, push each other’s buttons, talk behind each other’s backs, and hold eternal grudges?

Mercifully, most of our extended real family, the ones with whom we spend holidays, are people we don’t see that often. So whatever idiocies are said at the big family gathering.:

I really think you should start having children. You’re not getting any younger.

Or our response:

“I really think you should stop talking. You’re not getting any smarter.

…are said and then we all get into our respective cars, gripe to anyone unfortunate enough to be trapped in the vehicle with us for the long & getting-longer-by-the-minute-ride-home, or a BFF on the other end of the hands-free. Then we rehash the emotional leftovers in our minds and to our spouses for the next 12 months. It’s different after the company holiday event.

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Infertility Writing is as bad as Infertility Living

People love to say that history repeats itself. I don’t love to say it, but I’m living proof. (In about 3 minutes, you’ll find out why I’ve lately grown to hate the word “proof”‘s guts.) I went through my own infertility adventure a while ago. Suddenly I find myself going through it again… without really going through it.

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If Walmart had a Fertility Clinic

 

“If Walmart had a fertility clinic” I admit. There are several disturbing elements in that title.  I will calm some of your fears right here by saying this post won’t have much to do with the ongoing fashion show at Walmart. You don’t need me. You have your own eyes and YouTube for that. Although, I do think the mentality when we’re getting dressed to go to a fertility clinic is similar as to when we’re going to Walmart:

“Who cares what I wear to Walmart? At least half of the shoppers will look worse.”

“Who cares what I wear to the fertility clinic? Ten minutes into the visit, I’ll be in a backless couture hospital gown with my ass hanging out.”

So, dressing for infertility or Walmart success notwithstanding– Walmart has eye centers. So why not fertility centers? The best part would be that they could run them just like they run their seasonal items. In and out. No delays. Fast and furious. Bathing suits are gone in June. School supplies are done in July and on to the  Halloween candy because you know everyone wants to get a jump on their Halloween candy buying. I’m sure that August bag of candy is just laying around the house unopened waiting for October. (I wonder how many people actually finish the candy on the way home and turn around and head back to the store. I mean, it’s August. You can’t take a chance on it melting in the trunk.)

Well, why not a fertility clinic at Walmart? In and out. No delays. Fast and furious. No waiting ten days for your first consultation. No waiting until next month to try the next procedure. No two week wait to find out if you’re pregnant. Here’s the schedule at Walmart’s Minute Fertility Clinic:

Monday 8am: First and only appointment. You say “hi” to Dr. Total Stranger and tell her everything you can think of about your menstrual cycle and your sex life, editing out only the parts about the whipped cream and the crack in the windshield. While you’re chatting, a nurse takes blood out of your arm and sperm out of your spouse and then tosses away her latex gloves and goes to lunch. You then proceed onto the examination table behind the curtain. The doctor directs you to open up and say “aaah”. You ask how everything looks. You probe her mind. She probes everything on that diagram in sixth grade Health class. You swallow a handful of fertility drugs that your spouse picked up at the pharmacy while you’re on the table as the doctor stares at your ovaries to see if the pills have taken effect. She decides you need IUI. She uses something from Housewares to shoot your spouse’s sperm up north. You leave the Minute Fertility Clinic, go to Subway next door and have a sandwich then return to the clinic. If you’re still not pregnant, the doctor does an egg retrieval, sprinkles in some of the spouse’s sperm for IVF and then sends the combo into your uterus. Now is the hard part: The 2hw: The two hour wait. You get a flu shot. You go into the pharmacy area, kick off your shoes and stand on Dr. Scholl’s machine. You peruse the trial size aisle. You could take your blood pressure if Walmart hadn’t replaced the machine with a garbage can last year. (A simple matter of priorities.) You buy some non-perishable comfort food and return to the clinic. Success! You’re pregnant! You’ll return next week to buy maternity clothes, pick up your “It’s a boy/girl!” cake at the bakery, and stop in at the Walmart Ob/Gyn to deliver the baby on your way out.

Hey…Thanks so much for stopping by! I hope you had a few laughs while  you were here. If you’d like more laughs at infertility’s expense, please sign on to my newsletter http://laughingisconceivable.com (top) and check out my little book: Laughing IS Conceivable: One Woman’s Extremely Funny Peek into the Extremely Unfunny World of Infertility. (It’s been downloaded by 1000s & is recommended by top fertility professionals around the U.S.) Available on all Amazons, Nook, & Kobo & in Spanish as La Risa ES Concebible.   https://www.amazon.com//dp/B007G9X19A/

 

 

Halloween IVF- (Is Very Frightening-Ooooh!)

Here we are in the throes of the Halloween season. (Of course if you consult your local supermart, the Halloween season started August 29th.)

So now everyone gather in a circle, turn off the lights, get those smoke machines going, and light those flashlights under those chins… And let the infertility horror stories begin. (Not those kind of infertility horror stories, I promise. Who needs more of that?)

Read on… if you daaaaare.

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