Cindy Margolis is back in the limelight. The internet's most downloaded woman has a television program on Fox, debuting January 30, 201. The show, entitled "Seducing Cindy", chronicles the newly-single Margolis' attempts to find a bloke. And, given her documented fertility issues, she is requiring the gentlemen to produce a sperm sample (in a cup, we guess).
Steve-O from Jackass wants you to know what a dingus your guy is. There are some dating red flags you ought to know about. Five types of women men do not care for. Hot chicks make sperm swim faster. Does a guy have a say in unwanted pregnancy? What is an abortion party? Do you know there's a word for female cuckold? Women like written sex. And some not-so-clever shirts that will definitely not get you laid.
According to science, part of the answer to male infertility is so simple and brilliant that you may have glossed right over it: have more sex. Per science, increased ejaculation can increase fertility (by reducing sperm damage) and generally increasing motility. It's a brave, new world, gang.
We had been married for eight years. We had been trying to get pregnant for six of those years and between IVF and ICSI had gone through five fertility cycles. We knew we could get pregnant but we didn't know if we could stay pregnant. We had spent over $200,000, and all we had to show for it was a glossy photo of four egg cells. That photo still sits in the drawer of the night table besides out bed, buried there. We're unable to look at it—or dispose of it. Other friends who were on the IVF merry-go-round and got pregnant, had their children. Some had their second child while we waited and tried again. Every couple who had a child swore by their doctor, their method, their technique—success was its own affirmation.
Amy had been referred to a Beverly Hills fertility doctor, who was so reassuring that I took him to calling him Dr. Mellow. His office had a wall of photos of smiling babies, as if to say, "This will be you." We sat in his waiting room holding hands. We believed. We didn't know we had just taken our seats inside the Hope Factory. Once inside, the possibility of getting pregnant never ended. If one technique failed, you tried another, and kept trying. There seemed to be an infinite supply of hope.
