Introducing the 'I' Word

This whole escapade started because my husband Martin and I started to feel a little left out when most, or should we say ALL our friends started having babies. Not kidding it was the Baby Boomers era TAKE 2. But really, we love all of our friends children as if they were our own. But that's just it. They're not our own. Sure, we can pick them up and take them out to do fun stuff and have pool days and give them lots of yummy candy and ice cream before we send them home to mom and dad. But that's just it. We had to send them home. We don't get to have family dinners, fun bath times, tuck them in at night and teach them to say their prayers. Its a huge void in our marriage. I feel it, and I know he does too.
Now, We're creeping up on 30 here. We don't have much time. We really need to get this whole parenting thing going before we are buying two packs of diapers at the store. One for baby, and one for us. Don't get me wrong, I understand that thirty is not that old. (I say that now. Ask me when I was 9 and being thirty meant you must have been birthed by a Tyrannosaurus Rex.) But having a child at thirty, means you're close to fifty when they graduate high school. Fifty five to sixty when they finish college and settle down to start a families of their own. (I know, wishful thinking in today's society huh-Sad.) That means though, that when I get to experience being a grandmother, the kids will practically have to pry my butt off the rocking chair.
I don't know why I've always dreamt of being a young grandma. Maybe because I see my mom doing fun stuff with Hunter, whom by the way you'll be hearing a lot about throughout this blog. Also, my best friend Candice's mom, Connie. She's in her, lets just be nice and say early forty's *wink-wink* and she has a blast with her grandchildren. She's young at heart and a little accident prone for the most part. But even when the kids step on her screws or leave bruises on her legs from climbing the human jungle gym known as Gramma Connie, she smiles, laughs and absolutely loves it.
That's what I want.

So the time is now.
I've met with my doctors many times over the last year and so far, none of the simple "try this, then that" stuff has worked. Time to bring out the big guns. I finally got my referral to the Infertility doctor. Uh Oh! Yup, I said it. Infertility. The big 'I' word. I know, scary huh? Wake up people! Infertility affects 6.1 million people in the United States. It breaks down to 1 in 10 couples in which the woman is of reproductive age. This number demonstrates that infertility affects a large percentage of our population. We can't be scared of it. There have been major advances in this area to help men and women all over this nation, to have the families they have always dreamed of. With God on my side and a little help from Dr. Salem and his team at the Pacific Reproductive Center, I can definitely see babies in our future.

Every Happily Ever After Has A Once Upon A Time

Hello. My name is Cathy and I'm a Baby-A-Holic.
Whew! I feel better already. I guess this blogging thing really does work, huh.
Well, alright, lets get started.
I've decided to blog about my presumably difficult Journey to Gestation for two reasons. One, unless I rein act, with monologue, every moment of each and every phone call or doctors appointment, My mom and a certain duo of friends will never be satisfied with the tidbits of info they get over text messages. Secondly, I honestly think that this could end up being very therapeutic. I mean, if you need some incite into the wonderful world of infertility or maybe just a laugh...log in and read this blog. Oh...you thought I meant therapeutic for me? How cute! I don't need therapy! Therapy is for people who moan and groan over life's everyday challenges. Like gas prices, Sitting in traffic for 70% of your life, Attempting to buy a house in this economy. Or how about trying to get pregnant after hundreds, no wait THOUSANDS of attempts. OK wait! Litttttle to far there. (And it was a total joke mom if your reading this.)
Man oh man. I think I just described my life, in a nut shell. Money goes as quick as it comes. I feel like I should be writing my rent checks to the 91 freeway. Buying a house even when you make decent money is stressful enough to give you aneurysm. But besides all of that, the whole getting pregnant thing. Its not as easy as these little hoodlums in High School make it look.
This Blog is to share with you, my family and friends, the sometime graphic, but always informative and hopefully funny details of how I plan to get pregnant.
So sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a FAITH filled trip!