When I first started going to my fertility clinic, I was bummed it was so frickin' far away. But I chose it because a friend got pregnant on an IUI there (HA! That was SO two years ago!), so I thought my chances were good. And I drove 30 or so miles in each direction, over and over and over again. And eventually, I started to hate the commute.
But now I'm GLAD it's so far away. It's not anywhere near my quaint little town, with it's tree-lined streets and historic homes. Instead, it's in a thriving, vibrant community of four lane streets, big box stores, and women who've had "work" done. If you've ever seen Weeds, it's kinda like Agrestic. You know, "little boxes on the hillside, little boxes made of ticky tacky..." (Well, if you haven't seen the show you should, because at least the early seasons are wicked funny.)
I'm realizing as I do this that I'm kind of already done. I've kind of already let it go, and I'm kind of ready to live the rest of my life, without babies. So the easier it is to disassociate the experience of fertility treatment with the realities of my life, the happier I am. Besides, I'm not ready to picture myself as a pot-sellin' soccer mom.
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hee hee... very funny. you'd be the pot-smoking swimmin' mom.
well... or just the person with the fun life without the little pooping monkey attached to your leg.
so I don't know if I should hope it works for you or not. The cool thing is I know that no matter what, you will have a cool life. And not too many people get that.
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