My story has some real characters in it. This is them:
Me – Tracy. Thirty-two years old, married for four and a half, TTC for just as long with no luck. Small-town girl (livin’ in a lonely world). West Michigan transplant to the Detroit suburbs (and recent transplant to the Toledo, Ohio area). Big fan of TV, books, and 90’s alternative rock. And Tina Fey. And sexual innuendo. Christian. Not so great with the segues. Closet pet hoarder. No filter. Terminal case of Foot-in-Mouth Disease. Snark-mistress of my universe. Bow to the Snark!
The Husband – Alllllllmost thirty-three years old, married to me, in perfect reproductive health. It’s the oven, folks, not the batter. City boy, born and raised in south (of) Detroit. Heh. Loves sports (well, watching sports…), video games that involve shooting people, and any other activity that requires a serious degree of reclining. Master Griller. Funny guy. Big fan of his alma mater, Michigan State University… so much so, that our wedding took place on the campus. We also had a Super Mario cake, but that’s a story for another time…
Dr. McStabby – My acupuncturist-slash-Master of Oriental Medicine who specializes in fertility. He’s amazing, and he also has some amazing success rates!
FertilityFriends/TTCBFF’s – A group of amazing girls on a journey similar to mine. Met them when I joined a FertilityFriend chat group for women who were starting their first rounds of Clomid. We’ve remained a small, but close-knit group, and I couldn’t imagine going through this journey without their wit and wisdom, patience and compassion. Proud to call them my friends.
The Parentals – My Mom and Dad. The most supportive parents you could ever ask for, no matter what you screw up. Still holding down the fort back in the homeland. Living small-town life every day, three hours away from here. Married thirty-one years, raised my brother and me the right way. Had another baby when I was seventeen, so now they have a teenage girl in the house when they were thisclose to retirement. I find this to be highly amusing, and somewhat comforting because hey–If my mom can have a baby when she’s in her 40’s, why not me? Although I hope it doesn’t get to that point…
The In-Laws – The husband’s parents. Fun, generous, and accepting. Everyone should have in-laws like this. Seriously. When they’re not at the cottage on the lake, they’re having fun being empty-nesters in the Toledo suburbs. The husband’s sister, her husband, and their five kiddos live a few miles away, and his Gram lives just a mile or so from them. We relocated to the neighborhood in 2011, and it’s been great so far! I miss my hometown, family and friends, but since this is the move we’ve committed to, I really couldn’t ask for a better support system.
The West-Siders – My diverse group of West Michigan family and friends. There are a lot of them, and they’ve all helped support me on this journey in different ways and at different times… whether they know it or not. Most of them have families of their own now (and those who don’t have little ones on the way!), so it’s definitely harder to spend time together these days. Moving another hour further from them hasn’t made things easier, but hopefully as their families become more portable, they will be able to come visit us once in a while too. I miss them every day.