a blog by The Infertile Editors: Chris and Candace, December 6, 2013
“Hey stud how about we make a baby today? Oh, and guess what I am not wearing any underwear” Lights dim, butterflies in your stomach start fluttering. This is the point where I stop you and inform you that this is not the steamy new next Fifty Shades of Grey book series. Turns out you are actually in stirrups at your 6th RE (Reproductive Endocrinologist AKA fertility doctor) appointment this week and you and your husband are awkwardly sitting in a room with about 2 nurses, 2 fellows, an RE, one Mr. Ultrasound wand and a partridge in a pear tree. The best part, all of this magic takes place in a sexy paper mini skirt. Not to be confused with the lacey thing that you got as an anniversary present and only wore once when you first started trying to conceive. To all the REs, OBs and crotch docs out there, pony up for some cloth gowns because I think all of us can agree that the paper mini is not flattering and is deemed by the fashion police as a major infraction, second only to the fanny pack.