Why is it the local television personality I’ve seen at my clinic is the only person I “know” at my clinic to give birth to a real live baby?
I see her on the television and silently curse under my breath.
Not that I didn’t want her to get pregnant, mind you, but I want someone I know, someone I actually know, who goes to my clinic, to have success. Yes, I know. CCRM has a million patients and has the stats to prove it does get women pregnant. But where are these women in my life?
And for that matter, why is it only one of our group of Colorado Girls that has undergone recent treatments is pregnant? The rest of us have had miscarriages, negative pregnancy tests, freeze-all scenarios, etc. What the hell?
I guess Nancy’s news is getting to me.
It’s just I’m the type of girl who loves the movies with happy endings. I want everyone to be happy.
And, selfishly, I want to see someone in my more immediate circle, especially at my clinic, have success because then, maybe, I too can have success. Because, by now, I’m horrible at “feeling” who is going to have good news. I swore it would be Denise. I just knew it would be Maryanne. And Nancy, well she was a shoe-in.
No pressure now right Duffy?
Uggh. I am just ready for the good news to start. I am sure it doesn’t help to wake up to a puking dog, who also happened to poop in the kitchen overnight and while putting her out in the backyard I see two cop cars, a firetruck and an ambulance take your neighbor – one of your best friends on the block and the best gossip source for neighborhood news – off on a gurney.
I’m waiting for the good news. Maybe it starts with Friday’s hysteroscopy.