Remedial Infertility

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When I’m not stressing out about being born with terrible timing (from embarrassing myself at dancing/aerobics classes of any kind to the most recent evidence: starting a house remodel just weeks before the market went into the Deep South — that hyperventilating you hear is coming from me) …

… I contemplate the irony of being the great granddaughter of a woman who conceived and delivered 14 children and writing a blog concerning the many dimensions of infertility. Lots to contemplate there, wouldn’t you say?

As with most things in my life, when I decide I’m going to do something I strive to excel at it. I want to be among the best infertiles out there — informed, well adjusted, you name it.

Since first venturing out onto the blogosphere I’ve come to appreciate that I stumbled into infertility totally unprepared. And because of that I learned I had some make-up work to do. When the first signs of the dreaded condition started to take shape at 29 I was isolated, confounded, completely ill-equipped to be a good infertile. The lingo and acronyms alone that developed in the interim were beyond me. It was like showing up in fifth grade and not being able to read.

That said, and you heard it hear first, there are some of us who require: Remedial Infertility. For some time now it appears I have been in the midst of the makeshift course so it just seemed right to coin the term.

What better time to exercise the brain and learn more about the topic of the cNAIWonception-challenged than this week. National Infertility Awareness Week (aka NIAW) is upon us once again.

As part of my extracurricular activities I’ve been catching up on all of the basics I missed out on the first time around — including reading some little-known classics such as the Oxford Journal Human Reproduction.

Amid the dry language, I found a keeper or two contained within. If you want to read more (have
a large glass of water at the ready) there are some fascinating
insights to be found, such as in the delightfully titled study: Definite involuntary childlessness: associations between coping, social support and psychological distress. This should whet your appetite:

“Couples [who] remain involuntarily childless often experience insufficient social support, whichfurther aggravates the distress symptoms such as physical healthproblems, anxiety, depression and complicated grief. This studyinvestigates the association of coping style and the degreeof satisfaction regarding social support from primary supportgroups with distress symptoms of involuntarily childless individuals.”

I’m happy to report that based on the findings
I am well on my way to being an outstanding, well-adjusted infertile. Hell, I’ve passed
through stages I didn’t even know existed! My great-grandmother and I excel — just at different things.