Paper or Plastic?

We had an appointment today, first thing in the morning. When we pulled up, there was a guy sitting in his car in the parking lot, and he looked familiar. And then when he came into the clinic, I realized who he was. He's a checker at my grocery store.

So one of two things is going on: either the guy from the grocery store who asks me if I want paper or plastic and gives me 5 cents for using my own bags, is either a sperm donor, or stuck in the infertility pit himself. I started to imagine him as a sperm donor, and think about how if he was and we used one, how weird it would be if it was him, and then we had a baby, and brought it to the grocery store, and he was the genetic father. Okay, that was a little far fetched, since we're not going to use a sperm donor, and if we were, I'm assumng we'd know who he was, at least a little. But it was interesting to let my mind float.

So my next thought was, I guess you never know. I guess someone else can live their normal life, that parallels your normal life, and yet--you're both stuck in the same mire. It makes me feel a little less sorry for myself. My pity party has to grow beyond one. I'll hope good things for him, and I'll hope good things for me. Paper, plastic, or...baby.