The Big Friendly Giant

I’m not sure how many of you are familiar with the children’s book “The B.F.G.” by Roald Dahl. The storyline goes something like this (quoted from “When orphan Sophie is snatched from her bed by a Giant, she fears that he’s going to eat her. But although he carries her far away to Giant Country, the Giant has no intention of harming her. As he explains, in his unique way of talking, “I is the only nice and jumbly Giant in Giant Country! I is THE BIG FRIENDLY GIANT! I is the BFG.” The BFG tells Sophie how he mixes up dreams to blow through a trumpet into the rooms of sleeping children. But soon, all the BFG’s powers are put to the test as he and Sophie battle to stop the other Giants from tucking into the children of the world.”
This book has always been one of my favourites, and it came to mind the other day when I was posting about my Doc (my BFG). The thing is, I have a lot more in common with the story than I had previously imagined. I could be Sophie (Mands), getting whisked away to Giant Country (Fertility Treatment) by my Doc (The Big Friendly Giant). I am terrified, but my BFG assures me that he is a good Giant and will not harm me. He mixes up dreams (concocting good sperm in a test tube) and blows it through a trumpet (IUI) into the rooms of sleeping children (hopeful mommies-to-be). But soon all the BFG’s powers (IF Treatments) are put to the test as he and Sophie (Mands) battle to stop other Giants (BFN’s, Baby Monsters, Aunt Flo’s) from tucking into the children (hopeful parents-to-be) of the world. It’s a classic, and it really does parallel with what we are going through. We are fighting the odds in a foreign place that none of the Grown-ups (Fertiles) are very familiar with. Not many people know the hidden dangers and pitfalls we face every day in this scarey World of Giants we call Infertlity. Isn’t it marvellous to know that we have our dreams to fall back on, and our very own BFG’s to help us through it? My Doc is not the only Big Friendly Giant in my life either… my DH, my best friend Debs, my mom, my gran, and other family members and friends who are supporting me through this. All of you who regularly pop by to check on me. You are all B.F.G.’s in my book.
Who is your B.F.G.?