It's been 12 weeks since I left Dr. Gorgeous's office in tears. I stopped by today ostensibly to bring some leftover drugs (really time to clear out the IVF drug box in the basement), but mostly to have an excuse to say hello. She's got an office that she uses in town for consults (no monitoring, unfortunately, or it would have saved me hours in the car) so it's pretty low traffic compared to her main office. I don't think I could have handled it otherwise.
Well, I managed to have a conversation with her without crying; I started immediately after leaving. I'm not entirely sure what I'm emotional about. Except there are parts of this whole process that just left me so raw that it's just under the surface. Still, I'm glad I went. Got a couple hugs and a belly rub (yes, she asked), and she had a bunch of questions about how things were going and she she couldn't stop talking about how cute I looked and asked me to stay in touch. And she had a big smile on her face and tears in her eyes, too. I suspect I am one of those patients who are simultaneously her biggest failures and greatest successes, depending on one's point of view. Or maybe that's just how I feel.
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