Greg Bales

POAS

In 2008, after two years of failing to make a child organically, we learned the doom Kathy had already been feeling for more than a year was justified: I was diagnosed with male-factor infertility. Our only real chance to move forward would be in vitro fertilization. We couldn’t afford it; we couldn’t afford not to do it. One way we tried to work through that diagnosis, our anger, and our options was to start a secret infertility blog, “Less Than a Million.” This post and what comments from 2008 that are attached to it come from that blog.—gb

Here I am! I’ve never blogged before, and I can’t say that I’ll have much interesting, enlightening, or even mildly entertaining to add to Greg’s perspective….But I’ll do what I can.

I’m presently in peeing-on-an-OPK-stick land. It’s strange….I remarked to Greg recently that even though rationally I know our chances of getting pregnant “naturally” are about nil, I still can’t really accept that concept with my entire brain. We’re still trying every month on the off chance that a fluke could happen—that among those one million sperm, that one swimmer capable of diving into the English Channel and actually making it to France could be unleashed this month.

So, there’ll be yet another turbulent 2ww to look forward to. There’s got to be a way to ratchet down the anticipation, given the information we now have, but I haven’t figured out how to get there yet. Maybe a shrink?