Something weird is happening. The secretary in Dr. Stonehenge's office has started bantering with me. She'll say things like "so is everything going well?" or "what are you now, four months along?" just as I'm scribbling out my check. Last time she asked me if I was happy about the turn of events and then went on to ask me how long I'd been cycling before I got pregnant even though I know she knows. I mean she knows. She has my files right there and she knows me by now. But it was almost like she wanted to hear it first hand because she seems so genuinely interested in co-basking in the glory that is pregnant me. Before she always kind of snarled at me and cut me off mid sentence on the telephone when I told her my cycle day; "yes, yes we know you're cycling...again" And before she never liked giving me Saturday appointments. Now she interrupts the doctor on a little intercom I never even knew she had and asks him if it's okay on my behalf.
I feel a little odd about all this new attention. Dr. Stonehenge actually smiles at me now. This friendly secretary shares in my good news. People there like me again and whereas before I felt like the punchline to a deeply unfunny joke (as Julie so eloquently puts it), now I am The Success Story.
Odd. I don't need the attention now. I don't care about it. I needed it several months ago but now it's just a bunch of icing on an elaborately overdecorated cake.
I wish I could leave bottles of all this extra kindness --at the counter top of the reception desk, in the waiting room, by the old ultrasound machine, --for all the people coming in for scans to see how big a follicle had grown, if it had grown at all or if it was once again all another bust.
Wouldn't that be nice?
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I swear I commented on the previous post, but now I don't see it (damn you, blogger). Anyway, I'm very happy to hear you are having a girl. Time to buy some pretty French baby things!
I totally relate to your experience with the medical personnel. I had the same thing happen with my RE's office. I almost think they try to keep things perfunctory and business-like while we are ttc to give themselves psychological distance in the event they aren't able to help us. Who knows?
I think you left a post Em. Don't worry I knew you'd be excited. And yes I'm making a French shopping list much to Seb's dismay. We have lots of Petit Bateau but it's all for boys. Now if I can just bring myself to buy something!
that is such an interesting phenomenon you've described. and totally believable--clinics like success rates. i have been doing ivf for a couple of years and you are so right, no one ever seems happy to see me. like, i'm the one dragging their stats down.
i am moving toward a GC, so maybe everyone will be happy to see me again if i bring a new uterus on the scene.
congrats on your awesome results!
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