Chapter 1

I’d like to start by getting something off my chest with the following statement;

My name is Sarah and I’m trying to become a non-biological mother.

To some, I may appear like the one who has the easy end of the fertility stick. I’m not going to argue that my wonderful wife doesn’t have a LOT of added pressure; its her ovaries, her body, her cycles and cramps and vagina being poked, prodded and cajoled into a seemingly never ending Broadway show entitled “Get that speculum in there or so help me!” (picture jazz hands … or should that be jizz?…)

… BUT i’m the one who collects the pieces, tries to keep the level head, marches the band to the never ending positivity parade and I feel every twinge, cramp and body-blowing disappointment (and occasional elation!) WITH her. I am literally the one holding the wet end of the fertility stick (you learn from your mistakes!). I’m a very open person (too open? TMI) and its an obscure feeling to be “the support” and I want to connect, interact and SHARE our experiences. That’s why I decided to get on instagram and start this blog because that feeling of loneliness is real, and there are so many others that have been in a similar place.

There is a special place in hell reserved for women who don’t help other women. —Madeleine Albright

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