Greg Bales

Aisle 8A

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

That little bout of self-importance was totally uncalled for. It’s just that, while I was driving to the store, I couldn’t put out of my mind Hank Hill’s journey to Aisle 8A. But really, I am no Hank Hill: I go through Aisle 8A all the time, so buying an OPK was nothing.

It was cold, though.