Welcome to the TMI club!

I've heard it said that when you walk through pregnancy and delivery, you lose all sense of modesty as you are poked, prodded and exposed so often.  I'm finding that to be true in a different way as I walk through this journey of infertility.  This has been an interesting experience for a person who is extremely private about certain things.

When walking through infertility, you learn a great deal about the human reproduction system, what it actually takes to make a baby (which is nothing short of a miracle!), and you become very aware of your own body rhythms and stats.  So, these also become the things you talk about with questioning friends and family.

Never in my life did I imagine that it would be a normal thing to have conversations like:

Friend: "Where are you with the baby stuff?"

Me:  "Well, my uterine lining looks good, but my follicles are only at 14mm so far, so I'm going to have a few more days of shots, ultrasounds, and blood tests before we know anything, but, hoping to trigger ovulation in a few days...fingers crossed!!"

or

Friend: "When we were going through this, we learned that lubricants can sometimes damage sperm.  Do you use lube?  What kind?  Let me tell you about Pre-Seed..."

Me:  "I had heard that lubricants can be a problem, but we just make sure not to use them when we're on our fertile days.  Thanks for the information!"

Seriously?!?  This is very often what a common conversation looks like for me these days.  Fortunately, these conversations typically only happen with "safe" people who have our best interest at heart and have been a tremendous support to us.  But, never did I imagine these conversations would be so commonplace or come with such ease.  It's remarkable to me!

Walking this road has stretched me, my faith, my husband and our marriage in ways we did not expect.  But, even though it's been tough, we are certainly better for having weathered this storm together.

I am looking forward to the day, however, when I have more interesting things to talk about than the state of my ovaries!

Many thanks to those who have been part of my TMI (Too Much Information) club...you're troopers!