Floyd and I were married when we both were age 41 in 1989. Neither one of us had children. I had never been pregnant. Father’s Day, June 1990, we decided to start a family. Actually to enlarge our family. Husband and wife are family.
After many months of trying with no results, we decided to go for a professional medical consultation. We already had layperson medical advice from my mother, “Your eggs are too old!”.
The fertility doctor examined both of us, ran tests and determined that I had a blocked fallopian tube and Floyd’s “little men were mostly sunning on the beach instead of swimming in the ocean”. Now with that explanation, I had flashbacks of my mom’s terminology.
So, I had my tube blown out. These were the terms the professionals were using!
It was so painful. I asked the nurse, “Is childbirth worst than this?” When she said, “Oh, yeah!!”, I was nearly ready to give up the pursuit of children.
After all the tests, the doctor told us that I could get pregnant without any medical interventions. He suggested I take my temperature to know when ovulation occurs in order to maximize our efforts.
Sure enough, several months later, I became pregnant.
Before I became aware of this blessed news, I had scheduled a trip from Detroit to San Jose, CA to see my sister. We had planned to go to San Francisco shopping. With this amazing news, I really wanted to spend time with my sister, Laurie, and celebrate.