Today we learned a little more.
Became a bit more educated.
Listened to a lot of big, scientific words explaining why I’m sterile.
Got a lecture on how they could slice, dice, poke, cut, biopsy, and prod and then maybe, possibly, no promises, doesn’t seem hopeful, they could find something useful. Doesn’t seem hopeful.
Oh, but then we told him about M’s infertility.
Then we laughed.
And the doctor looked at us like we were nuts.
One person with infertility issues stacks the odds against you. Both is just laughable.
We laugh because even though we don’t have a clue what God is up to, we know He’s saying, “You two just wait. I’m cooking up something that’s 10 times better than anything your little minds can conjure. And 100 times better than this doctor.”
On his way out of the room, the doctor called us “the magic couple.” Yeah, I guess you could say that. He said, “If at all possible, couples like you should reproduce.” He even used the word, “surrogate.”
M wanted to correct him, “Couples like us should be parents, not necessarily reproduce.”
And at the end of the day today we looked at each other and said, “I think we’re on the right track.”