Lack of foresight....

So, every time that I go to the RE(fertility doctor); I always am depressed within moments of getting there. Not only am I admitting to the world that hubby and I are broken and are unable to do on our own what thousands of people do every day; they make us wait in the same waiting room as the pregnant women waiting to see their OB!

It just makes you wonder, what the heck were they thinking??? I should write a letter about it. And to add insult to injury, they put newborn care and pediatrics on the other side of us. F. M. L. Thank you, karma may I have another??

It's so funny, it's like the cliques in high school. Even though it's all one big waiting room; they sit on their side, and we sit on ours. They sit over there all smiling, touching their bellies, talking about due dates, birthing classes, baby gear, and occasionally how miserable they are.

We sit in our side, glaring at them. We talk about shots; pills, symptoms, how many doctors/specialists are are currently seeing, herbal remedies, side effects, our husband's sperm count, fertility loans, and shooting daggers out of our eyes at the pregnant women.

I hate the first 5 min because you have to go to the desk to check in. And the lady asks you, "Are you here for a prenatal appointment or fertility checkup?" And when you say, "Fertility checkup" all the pregnant women look at you with this look. Most infertile women know the look I'm talking about. It's the look that says, "You poor dear, I can't imagine what it would be like to be in your shoes...." I really hate that look of pity. It really grinds my gears. >:(

Saying, "I'm sorry" when you find out we are infertile is perfectly acceptable. But just leave it at that. I don't want to hear about your brother's step cousins' friend's neighbor that was told they have the same problem; and after going through fertility treatments they miraculously conceived on their own. Stories like that don't give me hope or make me feel better. And don't tell me it took you a whopping 6 months to conceive your fourth so you know how I feel. That will just make me hit you.

Well, now that I've gotten out some early morning aggression, I'm off to make hubby's breakfast and lunch. Enjoy your day, everybody!

Just waiting...
Rachel