The Second Line

The idea to begin writing this blog came to me the morning after I got my period in the seventh month of my husband's and my attempt to get knocked up and become parents. Because I’m over 35, this month is also the point at which we are supposed to schedule the ever ominous fertility evaluation. I have no idea what that really means, so I did what any elder millennial would do: I turned to the internet. And what I found once again was that there didn’t seem to be a place for women like me. Women who are very much struggling, usually silently, every single month with the disappointment of another month without a positive pregnancy test. Women who are mostly told to just hang in there because it can take some couples a year or two! (That part always comes with an exclamation point and is supposed to be reassuring, but never is.) Women who are basically rookies compared to the IVF warriors who share their years of infertility experiences and must be at least a little bit resentful of ...