Finding Inner Peas: My Sometimes-Hilarious Story of Infertility, High-Risk Pregnancy, and Finding out That I Control Absolutely Nothing.

The reproductive endocrinologist giggled that my cervix looked like a smiley face (and offered to let my husband see how cute it was). Feet in the stirrups, I suddenly realized that the book Id been searching for would have to be one I wrote myself. The day an adorably pregnant gynecologist sighs about the summer heat in one breath and then suggests you might need help getting pregnant in the next, the road to having your baby suddenly stretches out before you, cartoon-style. The camera zoo...