![]() The makeup runs off my face, the puffy eyes emerge, and the hiccups make their debut. When I finally slide into my car in the parking garage, the waterworks start. “I think you’d feel a lot better if you saw a fertility specialist.” “We’ve… exhausted the procedures and medications you can try here,” she says carefully, noticing my brimming tears. She’s just used the word “infertility” and is writing out a referral for a specialist. And he wasn’t as understanding as Juno’s dad.įast forward many, many years, and I’m sitting across from my obstetrician at her desk. ) Still, I had constant nightmares in which I was sitting across from my father at the kitchen island, breaking the news to him. Of course, this would have been impossible at the time, as I was quite the late bloomer in the romance department. ![]() When I was in high school, my biggest fear was getting pregnant.
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