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I have never been happier to be infertile



Good friends + vegan chocolate cake + red wine = a Belle so happy that her mustache won't stay straight!

It is with immense pleasure that I report my weekend was 100% tear-free! I had a near melt-down on the way to Birmingham, but was able to keep it under control with thoughts of the drip catcher shoved up my twat (i.e. Instead Cup)*.

The six-hour drive to Birmingham gives us an awful lot of time trapped in a small space to either get on one another’s nerves, ignore one another in favor of books, or spend quality time together. During this particular drive we did a little bit of annoying, a little bit of reading and a lot of enjoying one another. We listened to David Sedaris CDs, we cracked our own jokes and we rocked out to north Alabama’s classic rock station (WTAK for those familiar with the area).

We reached N and J’s house around 9 p.m. I expected N and J to be preparing for bed as they are new parents. Instead, every light was blazing and strung across the front of the house was a huge Happy Birthday banner.

“This must be left over from when baby came home,” I mused. Mr. Husband looked at me like I was an idiot and pointed out the baby was almost 3 months old now. “Uh-oh…” I said and quickly checked my makeup in the mirror.

I walked in and was greeted by N, J, my very dear friend Noah and his boyfriend , all singing happy birthday (I turn 31 in a few days). N handed me a glass of Trader Joe’s Two-Buck Chuck and a slice of homemade vegan and nut-free chocolate cake.

My heart melted. I had been so afraid our friendship would change once her baby came. I was terrified she would look at me differently after I had admitted my infertility. Instead, I was greeted by loving friends, big hugs and plenty of kind-hearted uterine jokes. We all stayed up until 2 a.m. drinking wine and being silly. It was the latest any of us had been up in ages and was the first time in many months I laughed till I nearly peed my pants.

The rest of the weekend was equally as lovely. There was hiking, grilling, shopping, vegan chili, homemade cookies, brunch with former colleagues and long walks with the new baby**.

The weekend was perfect. I found my friends not only supportive of our endeavor to build a baby in a petri dish, but genuinely interested in the process. They asked intelligent questions and wanted to know more about the process. And most importantly, when not talking about fertility we chatted like regular-old friends.

Today I have never been happier to be infertile. For the first time in months I’m ready to get out of the house. I’m ready to go to yoga. I’m ready to hang out with friends. I’m ready to laugh with Mr. Husband and take evening walks in the crisp fall air. I’m ready to have my life back while we continue to try for our baby. This mandatory break as been the best thing that could have happened to me and the visit to Birmingham was the icing on the cake.

*I am also pleased to report that the drip catcher was absolutely perfect! It did exactly what I had hoped and even came out with ZERO trouble. I’m now an Instead Cup Convert!

**Yes, our lives revolve around cooking. 🙂



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  1. October 4, 2011

    Ahhh! This sounds lovely. This story makes me want to ‘come out’ to my friends, too…

    • October 4, 2011

      You know, every time I “come out” to a new person I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my chest. The support I’m finding is overwhelming, too. It is a personal decision to decide to be open about IF, but so worth it IMO.

  2. Rachel @ Eggs In A Row #
    October 4, 2011

    OMG! What incredible friends. Seriously, amazing. You deserve nothing less. 🙂 Hugs!

  3. October 5, 2011

    That’s great!! I’m so happy for you!!

  4. Laura #
    October 10, 2011

    I am so very happy that your trip to the Ham went so well! I was thinking about you all week while away in faraway lands for work.

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