So along the way, my husband and I have done some “crazy” (unless they had worked!) things to make this baby thing happen.   Now at the time, these were approached with utter seriousness- that “THIS will DEFINATELY work!!!” type mentality.  Looking back, however, some of them were quite humorous-or possibly ingenious and creative, for some of our wierd and wacky theories actually resulted in some improvement.  So for all you hopefuls and skeptics, when faced with the challenge of infertility, I recommomend trying ANYTHING once!  You never know what will be your magic combination.  Without further ado, I present the first entry of our special gag reel of some of our most, let’s say, interesting attempts at conquering our infertility issues. 

1) Pineapple cores by the bucket load– Apparently, the rumor is that pineapple cores, not the pleasant juicy part, help with implantation. For those of you wondering about implantation, after an egg is fertilized (generally within the fallopian tube) it floats around for a couple of days before finally implanting somewhere in the uterus.  This usually happens 6-11 days after ovulation.  Here is a lovely photo depiction, which also shows all the stages the fertilized egg goes through (everything that takes place in the fallopian tube in the picture will take place outside my body during IVF) ….. 

So THEY say, and I never have quite been able to pin down who THEY are, that pinepple cores help with the implantation process.  The word on the street is that pineapple contains bromelain, an enzyme that helps with implantation.  Now, nowhere could I find any actual research that proved this true, but did that prevent me from making a back ally deal with the Harris Teeter guy for all his pineapple cores?  Absolutely not.  See infertility becomes like a crack addiction- you’ll do just about anything to get that next fix, that positive pregnancy test.  Even if that means wolfing down those stringy, bitter, too-tough-to-chew pinapple cores.  And wolf them down I did-with relish and a side of bring it on.  In the end, the pineapple was not my magic ambrosia, but hey….some people swear by ’em.  And to you, oh pineapple core enthusiast, I say “Wolf on!”…… and “Sorry for your stomach ulcers!”