Nearly 5 years ago, my wife and I set out to make a baby. We are a same-sex couple, two women missing just one little ingredient. A problem easy enough to overcome, so we thought. We found an incredible doctor, passed all of the medical tests, chose the perfect donor. I was 35, healthy, ready.
The first appointment is now a blur. I remember getting the negative result and optimistically reassuring myself that it was no problem. That it would happen next time. But there was a problem. Getting pregnant was not going to be the simple 'just one drop' formula that has been engrained in my head since adolescence.
Fast forward. Today, I am 39 years old, about half way to 40. I can feel the window of opportunity closing. I'm mad for taking so much time in between attempts. Still sad, but opening up, about the miscarriage I had two years ago. Happy for the many friends who have brought children into their lives. And compassionate for those who have struggled like me.
We've been through so much on this journey already, financially and emotionally. It's time for the final run. Today, we are making an appointment with a new doctor. It's time to start fresh, get aggressive, and see where this journey takes us.
Throughout the process, I've found it incredibly insightful and comforting to read other people's stories. So, I thought I would share mine.
Hopefully it's helpful for others, and maybe even a little cathartic for me:)
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