I never thought I’d want kids of my own. Sure, I love kids – but I love them more when I’m able to return them to their ‘owner’. I’m good at taking care of my godchildren and nieces/nephews; but at the end of the day, I’m thankful for the peace and solitude and even more thankful that I can sleep in after a tiring day.
Then I got married. My husband and I – we both didn’t want children before we got married. And then something happened. I don’t know if it’s my biological clock ticking or seeing my husband’s longing face while we were watching the Jason Bateman/Jennifer Aniston movie The Switch or something else. Suddenly, I want to have a child with the man I love. And even more suprisingly, my husband said yes – he even already had a name for our yet-to-be-conceived child.
So, I stopped wearing the patch and we tried timing our BDing. Nothing. Ever the paranoid and impatient one, I emailed my attending ob-gyn and asked if maybe I should be checked. We were advised to wait 6 months until the side effects of the patch have worn off. So, I waited. Month after month. On the very first day of the 6th month, I sent another email, this time, as a 36 year old woman. I received a reply from the subsitute ob-gyn that since I’m already 36 years old, she’ll refer me to the fertility clinic.
And so begins our TTC journey…