The Watched Pot That Never Boiled

This book began in a kitchen. Completely appropriate considering I would ultimately spend over three years in and out of doctors offices, hospitals, and clinics trying out every new pharmaceutical recipe to make a baby of my own. I was the epitome of the watched pot that never boiled.

Already onto my third miscarriage and heading towards more intensive fertility treatments, I was having a hard time dealing with the reality of my situation. A positive pregnancy test no longer held the magic of impending parenthood. Instead of excitement and joy my mind would race with thoughts of if, or when, I would miscarry again. I was starting to seriously consider that I might never give birth to a child of my own and although I was doing my best to hide it, I was scared and shocked to find myself becoming angry and bitter.

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