Los Porchs

Upon further review, I am thankful we worked with Dr. TK for the amount of time that we did not only for his amazing work and demeanor, but also because I was surrounded by women who were dealing with the same struggles I was... What made my very random brain think this wonderful thought? Sitting in the waiting room at the new OB office surrounded by women who likely have NOT known similar struggle or hardship. I'm kind of a badass compared to some of them (I'd like to think so anyway). Either way, we're all on the same playing field now... even if I had to spend some time in some very serious minor leagues before I could get here. Also, I hate that I have to pee in a cup every single visit. I've been slamming water all day to prepare. Yet I haven't read any of the literature Dr. G sent home with us last week. Priorities, people.

While waiting at Dr. TK's office yesterday, I had the pleasure of observing three couples in their process of waiting.  The first that caught my eye ear was a woman who arrived at the same time I did.  She was waiting for her husband to arrive and none too pleased that he was 10 minutes late.  She called him and ripped him a new one... in the middle of the waiting room.  It went from "Where the hell are you, you're late" to "Why did you bother coming?"  The latter was upon his arrival to the office.  I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  Seriously?  Can you just let him sit down for a hot minute before humiliating him -- or maybe not do it at all?  You're obviously having some struggle with fertility or you wouldn't be here (unless you have an odd enjoyment of torture).  I had to start texting Porch at that point because I needed to reaffirm our desire to never be that couple.  Infertility makes you feel like you're losing your mi...