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He Is, Therefore I Am

<b>On the ride to baby called Donor Insemination</b>

a blog by tori

Let's start this blog with a visualization.

Think back, back to sitting in high school, more importantly sitting in your Human Growth and Development class (or as it used to be called, Sex Ed). A teacher (normally a same-sex science teacher) would stand at the front showing slides. Slides of pregnancy, slides of sperm, slides of eggs, slides of all the things that happen when one starts to mature, and what could happen if you didn't have good control of yourself.

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The Miracle of Life

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<b>For most, getting pregnant's a mindless act. If they knew what we know...</b>

a blog by Murgdan

You there with the rounded belly;
Talking on your cell phone and dragging your toddler along behind you,
his arm twisting, losing his step trying to keep up with you,
while your attention is focused on your conversation, your plans, your business,
your new pair of shoes.
Please be mindful of the miracle.

You there in the grocery store line;
Digging in your purse and writing your check while you scream at your child that
you wish she were never born,

Enjoying the Moment

<b>Today, I'll not wish my life away waiting for baby.</b>

a blog by Liz

I´m writing this post sitting in the sitting room of a small hotel in Northern Spain. I have a cold beer on one side and a small bowl of nuts on the other. And, now -- just now -- I don´t want a child.

If I had a child, the scramble for seats on the budget air flight would have been unbearable. I saw them at the airport. The parents laden with prams, toys, organic snacks and baby wipes. Red faced and frustrated they tried to keep their voices calm, "Yes, Mummy wants to go too", or to the children that hadn´t even grasped the rudiments of speech they rubbed their backs hoping a big burp would dislodge whatever it was that was making their off spring cranky. They smiled in recognition to the other parents of ankle-biters. To the rest of us they couldn´t make eye contact, knowing only too well we were praying our flight wouldn´t be sound-tracked by the screaming fruit of their loins.

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Ready for Your Close Up?

<b>Here's your opportunity.</b>

Here’s your chance to be leading lady, leading man, director or producer in a film about a very poignant time in your life. RESOLVE: The National Infertility Association and Fertility LifeLines are sponsoring a short film competition, entitled In the Know. They’re looking for entries– deadline August 1– about your path to parenthood, or the journey of someone you’re close with.

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Infertility Sensitivity Doesn't 'Time Out'

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<b>When someone close drops a zinger.</b>

a blog by Pamela Tsigdinos

Wouldn't it be nice if there was a tidy set of rules to guide conversations around infertility? An etiquette book sure would come in handy or, better yet, a simple set of instructions. Yeah, that's it! Just think of the applications. We could laminate them. Perhaps create coasters. Or Stickers? T-shirts? Encase them in glass and distribute as paper weights...

Sigh. We infertile folk certainly don't advocate censorship or misplaced political correctness but one has to wonder sometimes what happens to simple, good old common courtesy. Yes, we do our best to let random acts of insensitivity or misplaced hurtful comments from strangers or acquaintances roll off our back. We usually take the hit and walk it off with this handy explanation: They didn't know any better.

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Brain Waves

<b>Obsessed with getting pregnant, we have forgotten what's good about NOW.</b>

a blog by Joy and Jim Meyers

We just watched “brain anatomist” Jill Bolte Taylor’s amazing talk at the TED conference, a symposium dedicated to promoting "ideas worth spreading.” A very accomplished scientist, Bolte Taylor knows more about the human brain than just about anyone. It was this knowledge that enabled her to fully experience, in the moment, her own stroke. One morning in 1996 things seemed strange to her. She was unable to speak or read and her movements became almost foreign to her. She knew that something was wrong, but did not have the mental acuity to figure out why. Plus, she was too busy enjoying herself.

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When a Surrogacy Application Comes to Life

by Dena Fischer

When I called my parents to tell them we were considering surrogacy my dad’s first question was “How do you know these people aren’t doing drugs?” It was valid. How did I know? How would I ever know?

We’d read through a pile of applications and one had floated right to the top for both of us: Shannon & Brad. A smiling couple who lived a couple of hours away from our San Francisco home. Nearly ten years younger than we were – married just as long but with two little girls and a vasectomy behind them – this was a couple who’d decided, for sure, they weren’t having more kids. On paper they were ideal – she ran a home day care (could she love kids any more???); he was a local store manager. Her application talked about how much she loved being pregnant, how easy it was and how they didn’t want any more of their own but she missed, actually missed, being pregnant. They’d passed their preliminary psychological screenings – no red flags.

Four people size each other up to see if they can make a baby together.

RE of the Month John J. Zhang

<b>"Mini-IVF is a more 'organic' approach to infertility treatment."</b>

Profiling the Doctors Who Wow Us

John J. Zhang, M.D., M.SC., PH.D., H.C.L.D.

New York, NY
(212) 517-7676

FertilityAuthority had the pleasure of meeting Dr. John Zhang in his office in NYC last month. The meeting was the result of our research for an article on Mini-IVF (TM), a protocol Zhang’s practiced exclusively for five years (more than 7,000 cases), and one he’s passionate about. We were so impressed by his treatment philosophy that we’re featuring Dr. Zhang as FertilityAuthority’s RE of the Month for July 2009.

The Tyranny of the Basal Thermometer

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<b>Don’t let your mood be dictated by the digital numbers on that purple wand</b>

a blog by Marie Lee

For you ladies who chart, you know your hope can rise and fall like the stock market according to those eensy-weensy, maddening tenths of a degree.

The Oracle of the basal thermometer can hint to you: Luteal phase defect! Anovulation! Spleen chi deficiency! When the thermometer is nice to you, it can give you a feeling of achievement—nice post-ovulation spike, etc.

This is Not a Blog About Michael Jackson

<b>It's bigger than that.</b>

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.


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