That’s how I found myself in a place I’d never imagined I would ever be: waiting to see a specialist in a fertility clinic.
Little did I know, I was about to hand over my body, mind and spirit to some stranger.
Even then, my intuition told me there had to be a better way, a more natural way, a loving way that had nothing to do with doctors, needles or catheters.
But, I didn’t listen to that voice inside. Have you had this experience?
So, I was poked, prodded, tested, analyzed and assessed, but all the doctors could tell us about our inability to conceive was that maybe it was because my periods were irregular, or my cervical environment was too acidic, or James might have a slightly low sperm count.
It was, as they said, just another case of “unexplained infertility.”
As I look back, it probably doesn’t matter what they thought the reason was or what they called it.