I have been thinking so much about the two little ones I am currently growing and how Josh and I got to this point. How hard it was emotionally, physically, financially…

And how alien it is for me to think that most babies actually come from having sex. What a novel idea!

It seems so simple, yet so complicated at the same time. The conditions need to be right, the timing near-perfect. Yet all you have to do is “it” and BAM – nine months later you are holding your child in your arms. But for us, and many, many like us it’s not that easy.

It’s funny (not) when someone makes a “that’s how you got pregnant in the first place” comment/joke. Like if I kiss my husband. I always think “if you only knew”… And it always makes me a little annoyed that for most, that IS how they got pregnant. Well, not kissing, but you get the gist.

I know many people who got pregnant “the old fashioned way”. I don’t get it. I find it hard to comprehend it being so easy.

MIL said something about how many people who did “what we did” ( she can’t seem to say “IVF”) conceive naturally afterward. I told her that wasn’t going to happen.

Even though I have these two little lives that are a product of my husband and I, a form of our love and devotion to eachother, I still consider myself infertile. Because I just don’t get it.