One of the things that I don’t blog about very often is infertility. I am infertile. SuperDad and I tried 2 years of infertility treatments before becoming foster parents. I’m certainly not ashamed of it – I’ve been known to inform unsuspecting, intrusive strangers, “These are my real kids. I don’t have biological children because I’m barren. Thanks for asking.”
The reason I don’t talk about infertility much is that I am no longer battling it. I am still infertile. That’s not going to change. What’s changed is that not only am I at peace with my infertility, I’ve come to a place where I’m thankful to be infertile. No, that’s not a typo.
First, let me say that I would never suggest to a woman or couple battling infertility that adoption would solve all their problems. That is a cold, insensitive, and hurtful suggestion, and I would never presume that my response to infertility should be everyone’s.
But let me explain what I mean (in no particular order)