I received an email bearing a birth announcement. A baby boy was born weighing 8 lbs 5 oz. If nothing else comes from our procreation pursuit, I'll always know I had a hand in bringing this baby into the world at this time. Let me explain further...
Colleen and I were old work colleagues, and we occasionally run into each other at various lectures and continuing medical education seminars. When I saw her last February, she asked if we had any plans for pregnancy and I told her that I started using Clomid. Mostly, I wanted another professional opinion to tell me if I were crazy for taking such a step so soon. "Absolutely not!" she said "might as well make short work of it!" (Oh, so funny now) I didn't ask her if she had any pregnancy plans. She and her long term partner of over ten years had just wed a few months ago. They went to Hawaii for a holiday and decided two days before they left to get married "while they were there". I figured it would take them a few more years to decide about having children.
We met up again in May, she was hoping I had some pregnancy news, but we had just learned about Husband's semen analysis. I told her that we would most likely be starting IUI for infertility treatments. She had the typical 'this seems awkward; I don't know what to say, but I'm going to come up with something that sounds positive and not condescending' response.
Three months later we bumped into each other again. "So are you pregnant yet?" she asked with a big smile. I filled her in, we hadn't done any IUI treatments as we were waiting for Husband to start Clomid. I was in a 2ww at that time, but not really optimistic. I could sense what she was going to tell me. "I'm pregnant," she revealed. "Wow so soon!" I commented, and joked about how long I thought it was going to take them to start the process given how long they waited to get married. "Well," she admitted "I'm a little older than you and when I heard that you were having issues, we figured we would get started quickly." She got pregnant immediately after removing her IUD.
I was gobsmacked. A month earlier, Dr Somebody I Used to Know informed us that we didn't yet have a diagnosis of infertility, but now I had one. When you've become someone else's cautionary tale, you know you're infertile. (BTW, if you don't already follow her blog, check out Risa at Who Shot Down my Stork? who posted a brilliant list entitled "You might be infertile if....") My infertility prompted them to start trying ASAP and their son was conceived on their first attempt. I like to think I can take credit for an assist.