Walking down the infertility memory lane

Dealing with infertility is one heart breaking issue women are more and more confronted with.
Been there, done that.
I had my son when I was 43. The chances to get pregnant at that age were below 1 per cent, actually some literature mentioned a more accurate prognosis: 0.3 per cent.
Not very encouraging, eah?
What I can tell, remembering the years of trying and trying, is that it put a huge strain on my marriage. Your whole life revolves around ovulation and temperature taking.
Simon Cowell- the famous/infamous American Idol judge- said that you can’t really be happy for somebody else’s success.
Jay Leno was surprised and could not believe that somebody could think in such a way. But I understood the dude perfectly well.
No, when you deal with infertility you are NOT happy seeing pregnant women, and you are even less happy when you hear stories about ‘oops’.
That drives you bonkers.

Infertility is a huge psychological burden. You don’t understand why in this word you can’t have kids, why it is so easy for everybody else, what’s so wrong with you?
At the time when developed countries struggle with low birth rate, the not so developed ones seem to thrive.
Why is that? is it something in their water or in their food?. Or maybe it’s in what is missing, like maybe pollution generating only God knows what chemicals affecting our capability to procreate?

We were told that Caucasians don’t want to have more than maximum two kids because of the financial burden of raising children these days. People from other cultures have no such a thought and as a consequence they have many children.
OK, bear with me here: maybe in other cultures it’s a written or unwritten rule that the role of the wife(s) is to procreate and she (they) are not allowed or expected to work. It may be true, but it does not answer the question: why they don’t have infertility problems?

I have been struggling with infertility since I realized I could not have children, meaning shortly after I got married, twenty something years ago.
I was young at that time, freshly out from University, and we were not in a big rush.
Then we started working, we were still young, more interested in having fun. We thought that if it’s going to be an ‘oops’ – like the one my cousin had- it would be fine.
But it did not happen.
Years passed, and we immigrated to Canada. Another life, another struggles, definitely not a good time to start investigating the infertility issue.
Finally when we had our ducks in the row I was almost 40.
It became clear that an ‘oops’ it won’t happen and that we had to do more if we wanted to have a baby.
That was the beginning of the long journey that finally brought us our son.
I am going to be forever grateful to the Universe for the amazing gift offered. To be parent it’s not easy but everytime I feel tired or short on patience I have to take a step back and remember everything I have been through in order to have my beatiful son.

I hope I am going to be diligent enough to put together all my memories and tell everybody how I got pregnant.
Note: I did not have any artificial insemination or any kind for the simple reason that we could not afford it.