Have you worried that infertility treatment, or infertility itself, would cause problems down the line? In cow bits, if you are having a raving amount of time, maybe you could stitch a quilt on that question. When BabySmiling posted that question in one of her Thoughtful Thursdays , I typed in what came out spontaneously. But the question refused to leave me. It hung, and here I am doing something akin to pulling the question verbatim into a blog post for me. I think it is a question for which you will need to stand in my shoes. More importantly, for me, it is like the bubbling insecurities have resurfaced in visible tones. When I began, I had no idea. I had an idea, and it was just that sperm meets egg, likes it a lot and they wed in March. And a wee bouncing pooping baby sits in your lap in December. I will tell you a secret. I have always craved a December baby. I would have gone ‘Awesome!’, had I been knocked up to go for a finale in my favourite month. It seems silly, right? Now,...
Statistically Significant Infertile Mum