If you’re looking for IVF info, and you’re male, there’s not much out there.
If you’re a woman going through IVF, there’s tons of info. I mean, it’s everywhere. Books, websites, blogs – it turns out every prospective mother with difficulty conceiving seems to have a natty introspective blog. Perhaps it’s something tucked deep within the female psyche, a desire to shout “I’M HAVING A CATHETER SHOVED UP MY LADY BITS AND EVERYONE MUST KNOW!” (including my wife, the rather fantastic Pyjamas and Crumpets).
But if you’re a bloke? Not so much.
Perhaps it’s because a guys’ practical involvement involves a quick two minute date with a jizz cup, followed by much hand holding and little else. Alright, that’s the practical side covered and you guessed that much already. It’s not hard. But that’s cock-all use if you’re going into the thing blind like me, not knowing what to expect beyond knowing that at some point you’re likely to be handed a jar by a nurse with a knowing smile and directed to a quiet room with some rather out of date porn. If you want to do some research from the male point of view, there’s little to be had. I assume that it’s because most blokes don’t like talking about these things; there is a reason that this blog is anonymous, after all. Failing that, they just assume that it’ll be all right – she’s the one getting things done to her, not you. So I’m writing this to you, bloke who could be bothered to do his research. Well done, you’re already one step of the way further along than I was at this point.
Anyway, my dear chap, my point is that we’re in this together. You are probably reading this years after I’ve written it, in which case you’ve probably already read the most recent post and know whether or not we’ve been successful. You may already be frowning at our choice of baby names (“Lawrence? What sort of stupid wanky middle class twat name is that?”), laughing at me passing out in the delivery room – or shaking your head at our gloriously misplaced early optimism as the womb remains eternally barren. But as I write this, and as you read it, we are starting along this difficult path together. That and our wives, girlfriends and surrogates, obviously, but they’re the ones who actually know what they’re talking about in all this. We don’t. I will do my best to guide you, like a rather lost and inept Sherpa climbing Everest for the first time.
So, who am I? You may call me the Lost Astronomer. I’m 30, British, living in Oxfordshire, been married to my wife for two years, and trying for kids for just as long. We live in a quaint little town – let’s call it Follytown, just to keep things vaguely anonymous – where the big news is that they’re building a Waitrose. You kinda get the picture. I’m ex air force; spent my 20’s running around various shit bits of the world, getting shot at, getting uproariously drunk and having a whale of a time, although I was slightly concerned as I started the IVF process that standing too close to rotating radar heads on numerous occasions may have cooked my balls. (It didn’t). I now work for a semi-reputable aerospace engineering firm, very carefully testing tiny, fiddly components to go in very fast aircraft as they come off the production line multiple times per day. As you may have guessed, I’m now bored out of my skull. I’m studying astrophysics and mathematics in my spare time with the Open University, whilst spending too much time with telescopes (clearly, I have a twisted, warped sense of “fun”), but I’m a trainee astrophysicist, not a doctor. My highest qualification in Biology is a B in double science at GCSE; in other words, I have a vague layman’s understanding of the whole proccess but I’m learning this as I go along – feeling in the dark for answers.
My wife, Mrs Astronomer, is Welsh. Very Welsh. Grew up in the valleys, Welsh is her first language level of Welsh. It’s not possible to be more Welsh unless you’re actually running down the line at the Millennium stadium, punching George Ford in the face to score the winning try of a grand slam against England. Despite being unapologetically English, for some reason she seems to like me. We have a loving, stable relationship; we met at university and despite some early complications she’s been following me around since. The one day of the year we don’t get on is England-Wales in the six nations; that’s when things get a little tense. Other than that, we’re fine.
The whole “can’t have babies thing” is at her end, and it’s unexplained. This is, needless to say, difficult for her – if the clinic were able to give a definitive diagnosis, we would at least know what was wrong. We would have a name for the problem, and a prognosis – if it was a proper show stopper, we could adopt without having to go through the whole IVF process, or we could get a better update on odds. As it is, we have 60/40 odds (or thereabouts). That’s about as much as we know about the problem. We have sex on a regular basis, especially around the time she’s probably ovulating (and yes, we are doing it in the right hole before you smart-alec any funny remarks. We’ve checked. Textbooks and everything). As you probably know, it’s exhausting and demanding at that time of the month, and trying to conceive itself is stressful. You try not to let something that’s good fun become repetitive, but it’s tiring and demanding to perform all the time to no avail, which sucks half the fun out of it. Then, at the end of it all, once a month, you’re on hand with a box of tissues as she weeps and weeps and won’t stop. It’s entirely predictable, and she does her best to put a brave face on it, but you know what’s going to happen at the end of every month. Every. Damn. Time.
She stops weeping, and a few days later you start to try again. It’s emotionally and physically exhausting. That’s the bit that’s difficult. The feeling of hopelessness; you’ve done your very best, but still nothing. So, yeah. That’s where we’re going. This will be a blog about IVF and everything that happens afterwards. If we’re really lucky, it’ll be a blog about a bloke’s perspective on IVF, pregnancy and fatherhood. If we’re unlucky, it’ll be about the adoption process – but, on the flip side, it means that some kid will be very lucky, and have new parents. Every cloud has a silver lining; whatever happens, we will end up as a family with kids to love. (Including you, possible future adopted son/daughter reading this years later. Hope you didn’t find out you’re adopted by reading this. We love you. Except for that time you set fire to the rug).
I’m also going to throw in some cool space science stuff whilst I’m here, because I can.
One massive downside to this whole IVF thing that I didn’t mention is that if it does work, and we do have kids, Mrs Astronomer has sworn to teach them Welsh. Totally fair enough, it’s her language, her traditions, it’s deeply, deeply important to her. The downside is that I know what a little horror I was at the age of 6, and any kids we produce will be half my genetic payload. This means that my kids will have their own secret language, allowing them to switch to encrypted mode whenever they don’t want Daddy to understand what it is they’re plotting.
Bollocks to that. If this whole thing wasn’t difficult enough as it was, to top it all, I’m going to have to learn Welsh too…
January 7, 2017 at 11:23 pm
Absolutely love this. You and your wife in this together. It’s such a great idea. Following you both. Good luck.
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January 8, 2017 at 7:49 pm
Thanks awfully! We’ll see how it goes – we’re both a little competitive…!
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January 8, 2017 at 8:18 pm
Have you thought of creating a page where people can see both blogs together. Like on Facebook? That way you can promote each other’s, but you can get competitive over who gets the most likes for each post!!
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January 8, 2017 at 8:52 pm
We didn’t, but unfortunately it’s a bit late to fix that! There is a link to her blog and her posts on the bottom of my homepage though, so that will have to do
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January 8, 2017 at 8:57 pm
Not too late at all. Of course only if you think it’s a good idea. You just set up a page and then post your blogs in the order so far. And then carry on as you go. You can even post-date when blogs appear. There’s most more you can do on a page profile than a personal one. I’ve learned loads about Facebook recently!!
The upside is that it’s really easy to get people to see stuff on Facebook. The downside is it’s another thing to learn.
Sorry for sticking my nose in, just trying to support as I really like what you’ve done so far. But of course feel free to ignore.
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January 27, 2017 at 2:43 pm
You know, I always think English is my native language…until I read a blogger with an English background.
(Not entirely sure where Follytown is besides ‘Oxfordshire’ which sounds English. Hang on, Googling…
“Oxfordshire is a county in South East England bordering on Warwickshire, Northamptonshire, Buckinghamshire,
Berkshire, Wiltshire and Gloucestershire.”
What the heck is it with you English and all your bleeding shires?)
Anyhow, I had to look up Waitrose, George Ford, and six nations to understand this one. I do, however, speak infertility as I went through several painful episodes of hope and despair before producing my own walking genetic heritage. It isn’t easy or fun. Though, hopefully, it will all be worth it one day.
That said, I remember the first time my husband had to ‘do the nasty’ with a cup. The pressure was too much and he couldn’t, uhh, provide a sample. The fact that an entire team of people was standing by to whisk it into my hoo-hah might have been a tad daunting. Try not to picture the audience is my advice.
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January 27, 2017 at 2:48 pm
Follytown isn’t its real name, but yes, Oxfordshire! I’m English, but my wife is Welsh, which makes for an interesting combo. I’ve read a couple of accounts of not being able to produce under pressure, I’m not too concerned – yet!
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January 27, 2017 at 2:52 pm
Also, for thoughts on the topic, https://lostastronomer.wordpress.com/2017/01/08/wanking-on-demand/ is one of my most well read posts 🙂
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January 27, 2017 at 3:44 pm
Well I mean if you have to have a catheter shoved up your lady bits I think you’re entitled to tell everyone about it so they can appropriately shudder and then tell you how brave you are. I mean, it’s only fair.
Your wife is Welsh! Do you cwtch? Scrubs and I learned that word from Gavin and Stacey but up until yesterday did not realise it was 1. Welsh and 2. spelt like that so have been asking each other for a “cudge” for the past seven years. Oops.
I like your blog! I wish you all the luck going!
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January 27, 2017 at 6:40 pm
Thanks very much! Of course we cwtch, it’s the best part about marrying a Welshie 🙂
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January 27, 2017 at 5:37 pm
I hope you manage to keep your sense of humour through everything, and I wish you and your wife all the very best.
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January 27, 2017 at 6:38 pm
Thanks! It’s difficult at times, but we seem to be managing so far. We haven’t got to the hard part yet though, so we’ll see
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January 28, 2017 at 4:10 am
Just stumbled across your blog. It’s great to meet another guy trying to poke his head up to whisper a few words of wisdom. Keep blogging (and I’ll try as well…)
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February 1, 2017 at 10:28 pm
What a fantastic idea for a blog. This is a well written and funny opening post too.
Of course, I wish you all the luck in the world on your onward journey, but I think it’s great that you have such a good attitude towards adoption too.
I almost feel guilty sometimes in as much as I was very lucky. we decided to try for a baby and I got pregnant the same month. But I can hand on heart say that I wouldn’t have been disappointed had it not happened. My heart breaks for families like yours. I have always said I would like to adopt however, and should we decide to expand our family any further, then that is the route we will go down.
I think it’s brilliant that you are writing this blog, I noticed when I was pregnant that a lot of decisions and attitudes are mother-centric. While at I understand that physically it is purely in the woman, my husband was going through it just like me, just in a different way.
I know a lot of men get squeamish (and dare I say childish?) when it comes to pregnancy and childbirth but I don’t believe that (currently) there is adequate support or respect for fathers/to-be such as yourself (cause one way or another you WILL be a dad)
Keep up the great work, and I wish you well on this journey and look forward to following along!
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February 2, 2017 at 9:25 pm
Thanks! Blogging is a rather cathartic way to vent, and it’s rather fun to be writing again after a few years!
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February 2, 2017 at 10:42 pm
I really admire your writing. They’re kind of long, but you’ve always kept me entertained til the end. I struggle at that.
It’s good to see some personal perspective on IVF, plus, I’m also looking forward to your “cool space science stuffs”!
So I hope you keep writing- you are a very great storyteller! I will also check out your wife’s blog, for the meantime I’m gonna catch up with your story starting Day 1 😁 I wish the very best for you and your wife. See you around! 🌻
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March 9, 2017 at 7:35 pm
Hello there…
I nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award.
For you are a Wonderful Blogger.
Keep writing about your life so beautifully.
All my wishes and love.
🙂
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September 11, 2017 at 7:04 pm
Hi there,
I love your writing style! It has left me intrigued and wanting to follow your journey. It is so refreshing to have a male perspective, I think guys often get forgotten about in these kinds of circumstances when it can also be very difficult for you. I am absolutely routing for you guys and wish you the best of luck!
I’m in Bucks, so not too far from you. Oxford is a lovely place.
Kristina
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September 11, 2017 at 7:32 pm
Thanks! We’re in the process of moving house at the moment, so we’re no longer in the Oxford area – we’re down south, near Southampton! I should start blogging about round two of IVF at some point in the near future…
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