“Begin at the beginning,” The King said, very gravely “go on until you come to the end: then stop.” -Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
Me: An accountant in every sense of the word. I put a tremendous amount of faith in numbers, probably not enough faith in God, and no faith whatsoever in feelings or emotions. As far as we know my reproductive health is in top shape, although neurological health not so hot. I never thought I was the most maternal, but I’m proving myself wrong every day as I take on Infertility like it’s my job. And I work hard.
He: A salesman in every sense of the word. An infectious personality complete with dimples and a resonating giggle that makes everyone in the room want to buy what he’s selling. Since 2013 he’s been optimistically battling poor semen analysis results with natural supplements and lifestyle changes, only to see numbers decline progressively. Like any man, his ego is delicate business.
Together: A Northern California couple who work professional careers during the week, work on our
100-year-old Craftsman 1962 fixer upper on the weekends, and love our friends, family and furry pets every day. Long before we married in 2012 we knew we wanted to grow our happy life with children. Much to our surprise, our hapless route to having a baby has twisted unpredictably with every step. As of now we are told by specialists IVF is our only chance. Unsure of how far we’ll go, what we’ll try or where we’ll end up, we are taking things one month at a time until we reach the end of our infertility journey.
Taken from our back porch – a little California jungle.