I’m sitting in the waiting room surrounded by happy couples, and I’m over here dreading this appointment. I hate myself for it. I love children, I always wanted children. Just not like this. I imagined the whole happy family, happy home thing.
Instead, here I am. Alone, frightened, unsure.
I feel particularly awful because I know how many couples would kill for this blessing. I saw Michelle struggle with infertility and I saw how crushed she was each month.
By the time my name is called, I’m trying not to fully freak out. I blow out a breath and smile at the nurse who’s calling me back. I can do this. My heart is racing, my feet move automatically. One foot after the after.
After the nurse checks my vitals and logs my history in their system, she asks,
“So what brings you in today?
