Doctors office update

The first time I went to the RE office, I sat in the waiting room like any other doctors office waiting room.  I was reading my magazine blissfully unaware of all of the pain that surrounded me in that room.  Now, I sit in that waiting room, and I try to keep my head down and avoid eye contact.  For the most part, we all sit there in that room, sharing that same pain.  Now, I am fully aware of the sorrow that surrounds me.  Today, since it was a triple header appointment, I spent a lot of time in the waiting room. 

One couple discussed finances and how they were going to swing the costs.  Another woman was having a miscarriage and was getting further instructions.  Another woman walked in so happy, she discussed her husbands sample with the woman at the front desk... a while later I watched her getting ready leave, when the doctor who asked her to wait while he gathered a packet of information handed her an embryo donation packet.  She thanked him, and turned around lip quivering, her world had just been shattered, and I can only assume she did not get good news during her consult.   Walking in smiling about your husbands sperm and then walking out with an embryo donation packet are worlds apart.  The man walking in with the brown paper bag, well that made me smile, because we all know what's in that bag.  Then lastly, the woman who is unaware of all the pain around her. She brought, for reasons I cant begin to understand, her teenage daughter with her.  She said to her daughter, I cant believe I have a one year old and I am thinking about doing this again.  Do you think (insert childs name here) will be jealous of a baby?  Her daughter replied... yes.  Her daughter then so matter of factly explained that she never wants children and has no clue why anyone would.  I wanted to punch that kid in the face.  I also wanted to punch the woman in her face.  To her, coming to this office, meant she was going to have a baby.  It was that easy for her to mentally go there.  My husband and I can't even really think any farther into the future than praying that embryos thaw, and this wench is having playdates with her non existant embryo.  I wanted to escort her out.  YOU DO NOT BELONG HERE.  Go freestyle for a year and then come back.  Experience some heartache and get back to me.  Luckily I was called back!  I kind of hate this woman, yet I'd do anything to be her.  To never know any of this.

On to happier news....

Great news!  I have no signs of anything.  No surgery required.  I was expecting the worse, not because I want to, but because that is generally the case.  We have to get the embryos shiped to our clinic. After that, we are waiting just a little while to move forward.  Things have been insane for so long, I think the two of us could use a little time to catch our breath.