i called the fertility center this morning.
(i will not include a link to their website because it’s creepy and would give you zero confidence in our prospects. in fact, when my husband and i first talked about getting the professionals to help knock me up, i googled it, found the fertility center’s website, and immediately descended into a brief period of depression based on a mistaken belief that i really had moved to hinterland. a hinterland with nothing to offer the child-making challenged.)
but. i digress.
i called the fc this morning. tammy put me on hold while she worked with another patient. queue the hold music.
“too much, too little, too late, to ever try again. too much, too little, too late, to ever try again…”
thank you, johnny mathis and deniece williams. and thank you, fc. that’s just what i needed to hear this morning.