File this one under “sobbing at work”…Paul Ford shares the story of his and his wife’s efforts to conceive a child in this age of mechanical reproduction.
We don’t tell many people about what we are doing. When we do some say: “Well, it must be fun trying.” Or: “Are sure you’re doing it right?” I laugh with them; after all, how many times have I said something insensitive while trying to be funny? I don’t talk about the large doses of medicine that I inject into my wife’s buttocks that cause her to inflate like a hormonal balloon. Nor do I discuss how intimacy itself has become such an awkward, uncomfortable thing that it’s scheduled on a Google Calendar named “LadyStuffings” with events that show up in pink.
Paul, I wish you way more than luck.