A romantic, comedic, and heart-wrenching memoir from a want-to-be-dad turned syndicated blogger

Constance got her period for the tenth month in a row, and I stood in the bathroom having never felt like less of a man in my entire life. 'I think it's time,' I said. 'We should buy an over-the-counter sperm test so I can know it's my fault already.' One trip to the pharmacy, two home-fertility tests, and four days later, I officially had a low sperm count, and our inability to conceive finally attached itself to the word we had avoided uttering in ten months of unsuccessful sex. We were infertile, and it was, indeed, my fault.'

. . . And so Miller and his wife join the ranks of the 6.1 Americans who have issues with infertility.

One of a man's most prized prerogatives is the ability to produce a child. But what happens when that ability is challenged? Twenty-nine-year-old Matthew M.F. Miller came across that dilemma when he and his wife Constance's plans to have a child were thwarted by fertility problems. Miller's solution was not to mope, but to reach out to other 6.1 million couples in America who encounter the same situation. Maybe Baby is a romantic comedy--a book about love, inappropriate moments at the urologist's office, reproductive clinics, survival, and (hopefully one day) triumph--all through the eyes of a man. It is about the intense love and connection that adheres to any flavor of family unit, biological or otherwise.