There was a time when Patrick read this blog frequently. Much like there was a time when I posted here frequently.

(Remember those days? The good old days? Yeah, neither do I… moving on…)

And during those times I used this website somewhat… well… I’ll refrain from calling it passive-aggressively but you get the picture. If there was something he did that pissed me off and he was dense enough to not realize it at the time then he could rest assured that he would hear about it on the internet. Those times have passed. For a couple of reasons. Reason the first being that since he’s a much happier person these days I don’t feel the need to point out his assholery behind his back and will, instead, smack him in the face with it like a proper wife should. And reason the second? Well damn. I’m just busier and dreaming up ways to passively-aggressively call out your husband takes up time that I now need to do things like bathe and sleep and find a good ear-wax removal method.

So when I posted something about adoption a few days ago, being passive-aggressive (are you sick of that by now? Me too… let’s call it rainbow-unicorn, that’s so much happier) was the last thing on my mind. But oddly Patrick chose that day to read this website for the first time in like 6 months. Awesome.

But rather than being upset (and rightfully so) at my unintentional rainbow-unicorniness he just said that guess what… that whole kid thing had really been on his mind too. And while maybe he wasn’t quite ready to start the adoption process, maybe we could revisit the fertility issue?

I guess you could say that I was less than receptive at first. I think that infertility is such a different issue for men than it is for a woman. (Unless, of course, there is male infertility, which we don’t even KNOW if it is a factor with us and I’ll get to that in just a second). In general, the boy half of the equation in an observer when it comes to female infertility. They observe the medication and the hormonal outbursts and the heartbreak. They can sympathize but rarely do they actually GET IT. And when they don’t get it, they aren’t all that helpful. Or involved. I wasn’t ever even able to get Patrick involved enough the first go-round to have his own fertility tested.

(Again… NOT being rainbow-unicorn-y, this has ALL been discussed in the PaintingChef household)

But on the grounds that THIS foray into the world of hormones and drugs and pee sticks (oh my) will truly be a joint adventure, I have agreed. I have an appointment with a new RE with a great track record and several GLOWING recommendations from personal friends. Personal friends with BABIES for that matter. He has agreed to be present at appointments; to have his own fertility tested; to stick a needle in my ass if necessary; and to just BE INVOLVED.

So if by the end of the year we haven’t achieved an actual and viable pregnancy, we will start the adoption process. But until then I guess its back on the crazy train. Aren’t you excited?!?!