WEEK 2

Last night, as I was getting ready for bed, I couldn’t help thinking that when the sun came up in the morning, everything would be different. Matt and I have spent a year and a half trying to make a baby, doggedly pushing through tests, surgeries, injections, and check-ups while racking up thousands of dollars in debt. We have no frozen embryos to use in case this first round of IVF didn’t work, and no money to start another round of IVF from scratch. Adoption and surrogacy are even more expensive, so they’re ruled out, too. Stakes are high on this little gamble of ours.

WEEK ZERO

When a man loves a woman, and a woman loves a man, they step into a room with a bed. The woman slips into something more comfortable–a hospital gown and no-skid socks. A third party enters, knocks the woman unconscious, and wheels her out of the room while the man is escorted into another room to look at porn.

This is how babies are (sometimes) made.

At least, this is how ours were. And it was amazing.