You are sitting at a nice restaurant, trying NOT to think about infertility, when all of a sudden you see someone who looks very familiar to you — “Honey, isn’t that our Reproductive Endocrinologist over at table seven?”
It’s sort of like when you were in school and saw one of your teachers out in public. You never actually realized that they existed outside of work. You simply believed that the fertility doctor, interns, vagina nurses and even the secretary (who takes all your money) just lived inside the clinic, and of all a sudden, your real world and (jealous, bitter) fertility world collide. You stare at this woman from across the room. You want to ask her a million questions but she seems to be eating a steak and she probably doesn’t want to talk to you about your vaginal area with her dinner date. Should you say hello? Probably not. Should you ask her a question about ovulation? Maybe not. Should you show her your breasts and ask her if the left nipple looks darker than the right? Maybe she could tell you if you’re pregnant right there in the fancy restaurant. Sure. Sounds like an appropriate dinner conversation. After all, this woman looks into your vagina on a weekly basis, she should be your personal on-call doctor.
And there are other times when run into other staff members from the fertility clinic – the secretary, the 16 year old fertility intern – while you’re shopping or getting your hair done. You think to yourself “Wow. That woman looks so familiar to me. Where do I know her from?” And then you remember. She spent the morning looking into your lady parts with a trans-vaginal wand.
You both don’t make eye contact and you go back to your happy place where fertility doctors/nurses and interns all live within the clinic and their sole purpose in life is getting you pregnant.