I work in a predominately male office. Not to mention a predominately hetero office. You can see my cubical from a mile away (see below) so the fact that I am an artsy, musical theater lovin' lesbian is as much of a secret as the fact I'm not a natural red head (thanks for doin' as much as you can do Clairol). I'm from the south so I'm kind of loud (really loud if you ask my wife). I like to think I'm funny (I wanted to be an actress when I was little and my mother said, "You're not talented dear, you're witty"). I have a great job working in marketing. I have a phenom wife. What I don't have is the ability to make a baby. Duh. But it wasn't until we started looking into the actual steps to make a child did we realize how physically, emotionally and monetarilly trying it is when you are missing a key ingredient. So we started a blog (And the Vial Makes 3).
This wasn't just an easy way of keeping our friends and family updated- I learned that our story wasn't the same. I haven't had the most stellar history in my nether region (much like the MBTA in Boston, it's schedule is never regular), I'm overweight (despite the fact I eat well/exercise- thanks Lane Bryant for not dressing us all like a mother-of-the-bride circa 1985) and I'm CMV negative. We searched for sites that could give a human experience on these topics and were coming up at a loss. So we started our own story.
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