Most people who know me realize that, notwithstanding my recent crisis of political faith, I will not be voting for John McCain in November. But as an adoptive mother I have a soft spot in my heart for the McCain family since they are an adoptive family, too.

Infertility blogs are a hot topic du jour with articles popping up everywhere from the New York Times to the technology journal, The New Atlantis. Though it begs the question: are infertility blogs a growing force or are we so well-organized that it's easy for an outsider to chart our community growth and outreach?

Two nights ago, I stumbled across a strange bit of television from a link on a blog. Calliope at Creating Motherhood was asking people to watch FX's show 30Days starring Morgan Spurlock and then join her for an online discussion.

Dear Charlotte: This is a little awkward because we don't really know each other. I mean, I know you: I've been to the spa with you (and by "been" I mean that I sat in my friend's living room watching your spa escapades on the screen while I drank a latte), I've been to your art openings, I've even...er... watched you have sex with a man from Chabad. Just trust that I really do care about you even if half the infertile world wants to impale you with the heel of your Jimmy Choos.

Even though no one can get the terminology correct, journalists love writing about infertility. And now, the article du jour has become critiquing fertility storylines in the cinema. After all, if you're going to stretch the arm wide, you can draw in films as diverse as Juno, Baby Mama, and Then She Found Me.

Since I became a mother over seven years ago, I've been called a lot of things related to my parental status -- Forever mom. Adoptive mom. Mean mom (yeah, you know that one was from PunditGirl).

Among the heartfelt Mother's Day tributes published all over the web this weekend, you might have come across this touching entry from BlogHer community member Rosemarie Pena:

If only Babies R Us could start up a special registry for those pregnant after infertility. In the left column next to the pictures could be soothing thoughts for the jittery parents-to-be: "it's okay to look at bumper patterns." And an extra right side column could be notes from the parents to anyone shopping early for their child: "Thank you so much for considering purchasing this breast pump for us.

It's got drama (will the embryos make it to blast?), it's got comedy (giving yourself an injection in a cramped bathroom stall is hilarious!), it's got plotline and conflict and all the other things that make a writer salivate. It's infertility and it's coming to a big and small screen near you.

In addition to death and taxes, you can add financial burden to the list of things certain in the life of someone with infertility. Even those with insurance coverage live in fear of reaching the cap and often need to fight for compensation regardless. Rachel at Henry Street is a case in point. She was recently denied coverage in her mandated state because regardless of the numerous miscarriages, failed IVF cycles, and balanced translocation diagnosis, they are not considered infertile by the state's definition.

The summer between my sophomore and junior year of college, I went to Oslo for three weeks to accompany a friend on a camping trip and ended up backing out at last minute. There I was, stuck in Norway, with several skeins of yarn and an apartment at my disposal, but no food. I went to the supermarket to pick up some ingredients so I could make dinner and after hitting the fruits and vegetables, quickly became lost when I entered the land of cartons and cans.

Some people enjoy keeping book reading a solitary activity, but I've always been more of the book club sort. I don't like reading in a vacuum. I want to hear what everyone else thought and how they processed the same words.