All the talk – inescapable talk, really – about who is the “real” father of Michael Jackson's children is making me angry.
None of us know how his children were conceived, and while speculation is rife, it doesn’t really matter. Regardless of how his kids came into the world – donor sperm, donor egg, insemination, surrogacy, or plain old intercourse – Michael Jackson is and was their “real” father. The truth is that he raised them, provided for them, and by all accounts loved them dearly.
<b>First cycle failed, my hope now lies in the deep freezer.</b>
a blog by Murgdan
My first IVF cycle failed. It didn’t work. I’m not pregnant. I found out while I was at work. I snuck away quietly into the stairwell at 1:30pm to check my cell phone messages. I dialed the number. I entered my code. I listened. Even though I had taken three home tests and they were all negative, I continued to imagine the voice of my ever-cheerful nurse congratulating me. I imagined that I would be jubilantly shocked at the inaccuracy of home pregnancy tests. I imagined that I would rush home in the middle of the day to tell my husband that our dream had come true.
I think you can tell the results from that first hello. Her voice sounded different than any other time I had talked to her. She had me at hello.
<b>When free health care slows treatment down.</b>
a blog by Liz
As you may know, I live in the UK. After I blogged last week about how I feared that my doctors weren’t taking my infertility seriously enough because they didn’t want to spend the money on me, Fertility Authority alerted me to an article in The Times. The article explained that of 13 European countries, Britain is down in 11th place for access to fertility treatment due to a lack of funding.
Essentially, although there is free health service in the UK through the National Health Service (NHS), each region has an element of choice as to how it spends its funding. Hence of the 161 trust areas, only nine offer three cycles of IVF, with the majority in England offering one (although several don’t offer any). In addition, each sets their own criteria for determining who is eligible for free treatment (e.g. must be under 40, not have any other children, etc.).
<b>How Disney Pixar's animated movie Up gets infertility right.</b>
a blog by Pamela Tsigdinos
I'm an easy mark when it comes to poignant stories - a regular waterworks. Books, films, commercials, magazine articles, blog entries - you name it - if the narrative contains even the remotest heart-tugging element, I can be found rummaging for a tissue.
One recent film left me especially verklempt as it evoked an all-too-familiar ache. So what was the movie behind the mangled tissue? Up.
Over the past few weeks and months, I seem to be getting more and more emails from women asking me what they should be doing to increase their chances of conceiving. Whilst this may seem like a huge and complicated subject to tackle in one article, there are some very basic but essential rules to follow if you are trying to condition your body for pregnancy.
Getting Pregnant - The 5 Health Secrets You Need to Know
I am asked all the time if there are any at-home fertility tests on the market. The short answer is yes, there are. Several different tests claim to assess a woman’s hormone levels. By peeing on a stick, they say you can get insight into your fertility.
My first experience with infertility advocacy came out of a sense of sheer frustration. I was sad that my body would not do what it was supposed to do naturally. The bills for our infertility treatment were piling up. We certainly could not afford what we were spending on medication and treatment. To add insult to injury, our insurance covered none of this. Then I read that our governor in Georgia, Sonny Purdue, had compared infertility treatment to plastic surgery. I got angry. And I was on lupron. Bad combination.
It's all about healthcare coverage. Time to stand up and be heard!
<b>What the night we first miscarried taught us about life.</b>
a blog by The Meyers
Pregnant for the first time, I had no idea what to expect. All I knew was that I was happy. I felt great physically and emotionally. I felt tough and triumphant. Like “See, it’s no big whoop. I got pregnant after just five months. And I feel fine.” Of course, Jim was happy, too. I remember him telling me he was proud of me for staying upbeat and acting strong . I was barely pregnant and we were already telling people. 7 weeks pregnant, I went to a class at my doctor’s office. I felt normal. I was doing everything right.