An afternoon at the fertility clinic

Today I had my pre op appt at my fertility specialists office. I love her and her staff, so when I go there its almost like cocktail hour. We have to catch up on the latest news since my last appt. My favorite nurse today to me that she cannot wait until she doesn't have to see me anymore, in a good way, she said she just likes to see the babies. Shes super sweet and her and my doctor are so genuine I truly believe that want to get me pregnant just as much as I want it.

I had called her on Friday to see if she had the name of someone I could talk to, I think I need so therapy. My doctor was out of town last week, but first thing this morning I had an email from my doctor telling me to keep my chin up and we will get this. Today when I went in the nurse had a name and number for me of someone who specializes in fertility cases. Its the little things that make me feel like they really care.

But while I was sitting in the waiting room I was watching everyone come in and out, and its amazing to see all the different faces of infertility. There was a beautiful tall brunettes girl that was so cute, designer jeans, high heels and her Louis Vuitton bag slug over her shoulder. I began to think that infertility knows no boundaries, it can effect everyone at anytime.

I started chatting with an older lady who told me that she was doing IVF, she is single and is ready for a baby, screw finding mr. right. I give her a lot credit, and wish her the best of luck. However, she starts asking me all these questions, and I am thinking "shouldn't she know this?" here she is in the beginning of her IVF cycle and she doesn't even know what kind of medicine she is taking. Then I started chatting with another lady, who in my opinion looked like a character in Harry Potter (and no not Hermione) but again infertility knows no class, ethnicity, or race.

After my appt I had to go register at the hospital for my surgery on Wednesday and of course in front of me there is a lady who is pre registering for labor and delivery (what are the freaking chances!) I couldn't have been after the old man registering for prostate surgery?!
But anyway I overheard her talking with the admitting clerk (by the way its so not confidential) and shes telling her that she is on Medicaid and Welfare, she is 24 and unemployed and has no clue who the baby's father is. So that was wonderful! Oh well, maybe with a baby she will get her life together! But in the meantime I am paying for her hospital stay, with my tax dollars.

Well, keep us in your prayers as I prepare for my lap on Wednesday, heres to hoping she finds something and fixes it!