This post has nothing to do with biking. However, it has a big part to do with how we came to the decision to take this adventure now. We always thought we would do a long international bike trip, but we thought it would happen 18ish years in the future.
It’s been 3 years. 36 cycles of disappointment while weathering my fair share of “You’re next!” comments at baby showers. While delayed family planning has become a more popular trend, we did not make this decision, it was made for us. We took the plunge two years into our marriage and started “trying”.
A note on “trying”: This is fundamentally different from what we’d been doing hitherto. This is not the spontaneous Sunday afternoon roll in the hay. This romance is well calculated, perfectly timed, premeditated and deliberate. And no amount of candles or Marvin Gaye is going to disguise the fact that you are gettin’ it on to make a baby.
But I digress… After a few years of efforts, to which we would have expected to populate a small village left us with nothing but my new ability to pee on the stick and not on my fingers, we booked an appointment with a reproductive endocrinologist. Lots of testing ensued only to find…nothing.
Apparently there’s no reason to think that some accurately timed romance would not result in a bun in the oven. A menu of options were presented but we still didn’t know what was wrong, how did we know if any of it was going to work? Perhaps there is a good explanation for our predicament. Maybe it is biologic. Maybe our feng shui is lacking baby chi. Or maybe the stars just haven’t aligned in our favor. At the moment, we’re inclined to see if the situation will work itself out on its own.
But it is difficult to not feel left behind, as our friends embark on the amazing adventure of parenthood. So we began to imagine if we did something else, something entirely different. After all, riding a bike to South America may not have the same appeal at retirement age…