I realize that a lot of people don’t know what to say with regard to fertility treatments. I’m one of those rare, beautiful creatures, who doesn’t mind talking about it — but it’s one of those things you can’t really understand unless you (or someone close to you) have been through it yourself.
We’re stressed out, we’re pumped full of drugs, we already feel like a failure, and we’re hormonally-fueled balls of emotion — so here’s a list of things, that you should never, ever, say to a woman in the middle of fertility treatments (unless you want to get punched in the throat).
“Just relax! Drink some wine! It’ll happen!”
Um, no. No it won’t. Sure, it does for some people, who don’t have fertility issues — but not us. If it was that simple, and alcohol helped that much, I would have left college with like a dozen babies. We’ve been at this for years, thanks — so, we obviously require medical intervention. I know you’re just throwing in your two cents, but you don’t know what you’re talking about.
“He just looks at me, and I get pregnant!”
Oh, good for you, Fertile Myrtle! You probably just had some wine, and relaxed too, right?! Thanks for pointing out your natural ability to get pregnant without even trying. Your parents must be so proud.
“You’re still young!”
1) Thank you. But, 2) It doesn’t feel that way. Not when people you went to high school with are on babies #3 or 4, and your newsfeed is full of pregnancy announcements. Like I said, we’ve been at this for years, and I’m not getting any younger.
“Oh, I had a friend who had trouble getting pregnant, but they like, had to do it in a petri dish.”
Uhhh, yeah! So did we! What do you think I’ve been talking about this whole time?
“Take some of my kids!”
Oh, how hilarious! You’re kids are annoying, and you don’t want them anymore! Hahaha! You have sooooo many kids, you’re just giving them away!
“Here comes the next Octomom!!”
Octomom is a great example of irresponsible decision making (also, insanity). Any respectable fertility specialist would never transfer more embryos than necessary, and only a crazy person (who is young, has had success with IVF before, and already has six kids) would insist on transferring 12 embryos. TWELVE. She was 32. I’m 32 — you know how many I’m allowed to transfer? Two, max. That’s why that doctor lost his medical license, and she’s a bankrupt lunatic. Please don’t compare me to her.
“You should just adopt — then it’ll happen!”
First of all, this isn’t the 50s. You can’t just stroll down to your neighborhood orphanage and pick up that adorable infant that poor girl in secretarial school left on their doorstep in the dead of night. Adoptions take years, and cost tens of thousands of dollars — and even then it’s not a sure thing! As for magically getting pregnant once you’ve adopted (because, you know — the pressure is off, so you’re… relaxed) please see #1.