This blog is not turning out how I'd planned. I thought I would have witty commentary on the funnier bits of infertility. Feet in the stirrups, stim bruises shaped like the Virgin Mary, wacky bleeding - oh how the bleeding is wacky! But as it turns out, infertility just isn't that funny. Who would've guessed?
I used to find humor in nearly everything - often inappropriately. But more and more my life seems less humorous. I'm hoping I regain some sense of whimsy - and fast! - because if my husband and I get divorced from the stress of IF I'll need "great sense of humor" to beef up my personal ad. "Barren and bitter" just doesn't have the same cache.