I took a cab from the Las Vegas airport to my hotel, and the cab driver was chatty. So I told him about how I'd met my husband online back in the early 1990s. And about how we had one son with another on the way. Somehow it came up that we had to go to doctors to have our sons.
So he wanted to ask my advice. His wife did not live with him, but she was out of the country. )He sounded like he was from somewhere in Africa.) So when he would visit for two months at a time, they would try to get pregnant. But it hadn't worked yet and he was frustrated. He wanted babies. He said his doctor wouldn't take him seriously because he and his wife weren't together that much.
So here I am in a Las Vegas cab asking the driver about his wife's periods and when they have sex. He wasn't aware of her charting at all.
The best amateur advice I could offer him during our brief and intense conversation was to use ovulation predictor kits. "These tell you when you are about to ovulate so you get the timing right," I told him. Cause when you get only two shots (two months) during a given year, you need to make them count.
Luckily, he is also working on getting his wife to move here. I must say, she will feel right at home in the Las Vegas heat. (Nearly killed myself walking to the mall "across the street" (and a mile down the road) in search of a cell phone charger)
That is good advice! Holy schmoley, you're like a travelling RE.
Posted by: Aurelia | April 04, 2007 at 11:25 AM
There are infertiles everywhere you turn. It's kind of astonishing.
Posted by: maggie | April 04, 2007 at 01:14 PM