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So what was I to expect from the thought that I would have to go through IVF to conceive? Uncertainty, hope, drugs, and more uncertainty were my initial emotions. how would I cope with the daily injections? Would I remember the correct shot at the right time? Who would I tell and how much? How much time off work would I need? Would I start to feel resentful towards DH for having the "easy"part? And lastly...would I be able to take home a baby one day?
It may be glaringly apparent that there have been many "I's" and not a whole lot of "we's", however, I'd like to confirm at this point that this was exactly how things were playing out in our relationship. Even in cases with male factor infertility, it's the woman who still has the harder slog in my opinion. It's her body that gets rented out to the fertility specialist, and it is she who has the heavier burden of knowing that there are so many more reasons that things may not work out once there is an embryo aboard the mothership.
Pessimistic huh?
Not all the time...
It's more like this:


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