The Hindsight Game
I recently encountered the blog of someone who is just getting started on her awesome IF journey (by the way, if you know anything about endometriosis, would you mind weighing in on her current question?), and it inspired me to write about something that’s been in the back of my mind a lot lately, as I sit here on my ass. Doing nothing.
I’d like to invite you to play The Hindsight Game. To play, you must reflect on your IF journey and fantasize about how it could have gone more smoothly or quickly or whatever. This does not require you to wish that you’d actually done something different. I mean, I trust my RE’s logic and am not actually sorry about any of the choices I’ve made along the road. But sometimes I’m flooded with images of alternate worlds in which I already have a baby because my medical practitioners were just super efficient or something. This game is all about total fantasy and may not work for everyone. And it may just piss some people off–those who have actually been screwed by REs or have had horrible things happen to them. So I hope the idea does not cause anyone pain. Anyways, let me illustrate with my own story.
It’s early 2008. (To help with your journey back in time, picture everyone wearing those capri trousers that were trendy waaaaay back then.) Bunny goes into her OB/GYN’s office and tells the doctor she’s really to get pregnant and wants to know how it works. After explaining what happens when two people really love each other, instead of telling Bunny to come back for a referral to an RE in 8 months, the doctor says, you have fibroids that may interfere with conception. Let’s get you a referral to an RE now. Bunny meets with her RE who says she can try naturally for a while, do a few cycles of IUI, or do a laparoscopy. Bunny does the lap. A year of Bunny’s life is instantly saved. Bunny has a myomectomy, and six months later, she’s pregnant! She goes on to deliver a beautiful girl, who is an amazing prodigy. She solves the Birch and Swinnerton-Dyer conjecture at age five. Then she writes some comic rock operas. She is very kind to her mother and several younger siblings, and is never a hateful and bitchy teenager. She has an extremely happy life, as does everyone else. In the world. Where war and famine have been eradicated, and animals never, ever get run over.
And as a prize for reading this far, I invite you to check out a song I found via the excellent Misfit Mrs., entitled Pregnant Women are Smug. I’m sure it’s done the rounds of IF blogs before, but it really made me laugh, and I needed a laugh.