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Alright ladies. Let’s put the fun back in infertility! Mom. You should probably stop reading now.
My sister and I always look for c*ckrings, I mean, new bracelets in Disneyland. (I TOLD you you should stop reading!) This trip – for this point in my life, I feel like I hit the mother load. A stretchy orange and yellow bracelet that says HOPE and has a cute little Mickey head on it. #Hope sorta being the twitter hash-tag for infertility, me starting my injections tonight, I bought myself one.
Then I wished I could buy them for all the infertility bloggers I follow because they are SOO cute! And useful! And, of course, Hopeful. But then I realized that most of the bloggers I follow wouldn’t really want a #hope/mickey mouse c*ckring. Or would they….
One of the horrible things about infertility, is that having sex becomes a job. A heavily scheduled, overly analyzed, job. Enter, your #hope c*ckring. You have something you can wear on your wrist that will remind you that there is hope. That at the end of this expensive, emotionally draining journey, we will all HOPEfully have babies. Somehow.
As girls, we have been warned about hitting, slapping, smacking, kicking, biting or in any other way damaging the Family Jewels of a male our entire lives. When I was younger and my brother slid off his bike seat smacking his on the bar of his bike, I got in trouble for simply laughing at his pain, a trait I would later learn to make a good living from. When I was in the second grade, I learned that the boys would leave you utterly and completely alone if you kicked them in the mysterious Family Jewels. Of course, if you got caught by a teacher or one of the boys ratted you out, there was No Recess For YOU Young Miss!
For my sister and I, these Family Jewels held such mystery that the first time she say a set, she proclaimed, loudly, Is That IT?!?