The only thing I don’t like about this book is the cover…and the copious talk of masturbating in bathrooms.
OK. That’s not really all of the review.
The book chronicles Matthew and his wife’s journey toward a baby and the annoying roadblock of infertility.
Quick note: if you have issues with the mental picture of a bald guy “giving a sperm sample” in a hospital bathroom then this is definitely not the book for you. [Just thought that you’d like to know.]
I have a lot of friends who have undergone fertility treatments and I gotta say that I never considered infertility a subject that could have a humorous spin put on it. But, Miller does a good job of keeping the tone light even when things look bleak and hopeless.
The thing that I found so appealing about Maybe Baby was that it’s told from a guy’s prospective.
I have NEVER heard my friends’ husbands talk about their sperm counts or the state of their wives’ vaginas.
Hmm…maybe that was a good thing?
If you know someone who is having issues getting pregnant and you really don’t know what to say, read this book and then pass the book on to your “fertility challenged” friend. They’ll probably appreciate the humor.
I have one copy of Maybe Baby: An Infertile Love Story to give away. To enter, leave a comment on this post and I’ll use one of the nifty gadgets on Random.org to choose a winner this Friday [the 19th].