It's Always The One You Least Suspect...

My whole life I've been told that sex causes babies. Everyone, from the high school sex ed teacher, to my parents, to television sitcoms teach us that "all is takes is one time." So we take birth control and use condoms and all sorts of other methods to prevent pregnancy, under the assumption that all we have to do is have one or two little romps under the covers to make a baby. And for most of us that might be true. But it occured to me today that I never imagined that I would ever have trouble conceiving. When we decided to have a baby, I sat down with a calendar and figured out the exact week I expected to conceive, and happily looked forward to those two elusive lines on a pee stick two weeks later. It was a total shock when I was finally told I couldn't get pregnant without help. I think it finally hit me today, at work, in a patient's room, and I got teary eyed. I just kept thinking "I never imagined it would be like this." My tears weren't out of rage or anger. I just realized how misinformed I had been, and I was sad for myself, not in self-pity, but the kind of sadness I would feel if I had heard the same news about my sister or a friend. I guess you're always the one you least suspect...