"This little ebook was written by a humor writer and former stand-up comic while she was in the shoes of her one fertility treatments -- uncertain of the outcome. It has been downloaded by 1000s of fertility patients and professionals who believe that, even in this overwhelming, emotionally, mentally, financially, & physically draining time in a person's life, laughter really is the best medicine."
***I FINALLY get to post this review! I originally wrote it on 12/18/17 and now, on 6/7/2019, I am finally allowed to post it! When I read this book about a year-and-a-half ago, I had no idea I'd have to postpone this review for such a long time. I picked it up right after we were told that the next step in our fertility process was IVF...and I was devastated. I felt so broken, so useless, and so lost. Why was conceiving no problem for so many and yet I was "unworthy"? I was desperate (as was my husband) to find some way to cope with this all while maintaining the level of privacy I/we wanted to maintain throughout this infertility process. This book is marketed to women in my situation. Re-reading my review below, I didn't seem all that impressed. I think, perhaps, I wasn't in a very receptive place (I was just downright angry and miserable), or maybe it was because I hadn't actually begun my own IVF process yet. We didn't start prepping until early 2018 for what would turn into 2 IVF egg retrieval cycles. Recalling what I do about this book, I think I would have appreciated some of it a lot more had I been going through IVF -- I don't know if I would have cracked up like some of the other readers did, but maybe I would have connected on a different level. The book did do one thing: it helped me not feel so alone. I wasn't the only woman suffering through this and I won't be the last. If you're more of a private person (like myself) and/or you don't have anyone close to you with whom you can share this experience or who can connect with you, then this is a good place to start. It may help you feel just a little less lost and a little less hopeless. Here is what I wrote back in 2017:
I’m planning on keeping this review private for the
foreseeable future, mostly because reviewing this short book is a very personal
revelation. I picked up a little
postcard advertising this book while in the waiting room at my fertility
doctor’s office. My husband and I have
been trying to conceive since our wedding 1.5 years ago, but no luck. I had a surprise PCOS diagnosis 1 year ago
and, after countless tests, a surgery, monitoring, and numerous procedures,
still no luck. The last couple of months
have been particularly stressful and painful for me and it seems only to be getting worse. My poor, distraught
husband has asked me to speak to someone about our difficulties in the hopes
that it would make me feel better – for many reasons, I/we have decided to keep
these issues private, if only to save ourselves from having to discuss every
individual failure each and every time.
I feel it’s a very private matter and it’s no one else’s business. Anyway, this book is supposed to be geared
toward women in my situation; it’s marketed as having a sense of humor about
the whole issue of infertility and all the crap we have to go through just to
try to accomplish something our female bodies are supposed to do naturally. Speaking first-hand, I can say this is a very
personal, very raw, very difficult topic.
I was hoping that this book would do exactly what it was intended to
do: add some levity to the very serious
and often heartbreaking situation of infertility.
This was a very quick read – much quicker than I thought it
would be…I read it in less than 24 hours.
It was easy to read and well-organized.
While I found my mouth twitching at some of the scenarios and I
highlighted several very relatable passages, it was not the crack-me-up,
laugh-out-loud book I was hoping for.
Reading reviews on Amazon, it seems like the reviews are, for the most
part, on very opposite sides of this spectrum.
People either cried from laughing so much, or they found it boring and filled
with complaints rather than anything helpful or uplifting. I am one of the rare middle-gounders. I can sincerely appreciate what the author
was trying to do. It was reassuring to
know I wasn’t alone in this (though I knew I never actually was, it was a way of seeing
into someone else’s journey without feeling nosey or having to explain my own
issues to put us on equal ground). I
didn’t crack up. I think the closest I
got was a small chuckle. I think this
could have been a much longer book; especially because it seemed like the
author underwent a lot of treatment. I
get that it’s her choice to include as many or as few of her experiences as she
wants, but I was given the impression that the book, itself, would have been
longer. I think it would have been more
“helpful” had it been longer because she could have included more of her
trials. Maybe that’s just me.
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