Wednesday, April 23, 2014


I'll be honest, before I met Lo, I "knew" about infertility.. but I didn't truly KNOW about it until recently. I'm not claiming to be the most educated but suddenly I find myself reading things, and looking at things pregnancy and baby-related, with a new lens. For that, I'm eternally grateful to her.

Speaking of infertility, did you know 1 in 8 women struggle with it? And that this week is National Infertility Awareness Week? Lo has matched up a bunch of fabulous infertility bloggers with non-infertility bloggers (although really I have no idea if I can call myself that at this point because I've never tried to make a baby, time will tell!) to share their stories and spread the word.

I've been paired up with the wonderfully sarcastic, and awesome, MarlaJan from Luck Fupus. This woman is inspiring. Despite everything that is thrown at her, she manages to maintain a positive outlook- and even when it's not 100% positive, she manages to be honest, funny at times, but always always real. Here's her story:
Luck Fupus

When I think of infertility, I think of a woman enduring multiple miscarriages, taking hundreds of home pregnancy tests, IUI, Clomid, IVF, a man getting his rocks off in a cup so he can have his swimmers tested, countless rolls in the sack with your significant other only to be greeted with your dreaded period month after month.

I got married in February 2008, and if you asked me that day where my husband and I would be today, I would have no doubt given you that cookie cutter answer; we'd be living in a house we had built, have great jobs, and most importantly, have kids to fill up the bedrooms of said house. Fast forward to today, and Steve and I are living in the house we had built, we have great jobs, yet, 3 of the bedrooms in our beautiful home remain empty.

My story of infertility is far from typical.  There's been no Clomid, IUI, tested sperm, miscarriages or IVF. Well then why, you ask, if I haven't had to go through any of that, do I not have a beautiful family?

Whenever I go to a new doctor, lupus, cancer, and a congenital heart defect are just 3 of the things I fill out on the health history form. There's so much more, but since this isn't my blog, I won't bore you with all of that. I've been through 4 heart surgeries (3 open-heart), chemotherapy, steroid treatment, lots of painful procedures, and most days, I walk around in pain. This gal drew the short straw in the family family gene pool. 

When it came time to start asking my different specialists about baby making, I usually got the run around. They'd tell me it was very risky to both myself and the fetus, throw a few numbers and statistics my way, say ultimately it was my decision and they would do what they could to monitor me every step of the way. There's no true way to know if my leaky heart valves wouldn't be able to take the extra blood flow, if my lupus would flare, it I would throw blood clots, or if all the chemotherapy and other medications would make the baby be born with half a brain. 

I finally met a doctor who looked me in the eye and said, "Marla, don't do it." Even though those words caused me an immense of pain, it was also quite comforting. It's what I needed to hear to be at peace with my decision.

In November 2013, I underwent a tubal ligation; I voluntarily went under the knife to make myself permanently infertile. I still struggle with it, but I know this was the right decision for me. I've always felt I have so many cards against me, that it would be in my best interest not to play the hand. While I know that pregnancy is a crapshoot, and anyone can experience complications, I would have been starting with a ton of risks. The thought of God forbid something happening to me, or our baby, or both, was too much. My health is also not at a place where I could safely care for a child, and I felt bringing one into the world when I couldn't be at my best was selfish. 

So, I'll never have to go through rounds of Clomid or IVF. But, I also know I will NEVER get to feel my baby's first kick, hear its heartbeat, let Steve read a story to our baby growing in my tummy, have a pregnancy photo shoot, or prop up a book on my huge belly. 

The decision we came to was not easy, and there were so many sleepless nights, tears, and way too much time on Google. I know a lot of women who wouldn't look at the risks because they would do anything to be pregnant. I'm not that woman. This is what was best for me. 


Please stop over to her blog and say hi. I promise you won't regret it. and thank you to Lo for organizing this wonderful blog hop linkup and PLEASE stop by her blog to read more stories of more great bloggers battling this terrible disease.


  1. You are so brave for sharing your story, Marla! Thank you!

  2. Wow. Thank you for sharing your story, Marla! I don't blame you for making the decision you did, and you are going through infertility just like many of us, even though our stories may be different. Thanks for hosting one of the guest posts, Kelly! :)

    1. Hi Melissa! Thank you so much for reading my story, and for your kind words. It means a lot. I'm looking forward to reading everyone's posts!

  3. Oh wow. So glad you shared this story, since it isn't the typical TTC story, which makes it even more important for you to share to help us think/be aware of. What a difficult decision, but so glad you are taking care of YOU.