So my GYN appt was supposed to be this morning. I walked into a room full of either already pregnant or recently gave birth (complete with their fresh from the uterus children) women. Okay, this is a little bit more than usual but it is an OB/GYN so what do you expect Amanda? Well come to find out, the doctor that does fertility for that practice is not in the office today. So…. why did you give me that appointment time ma’am? And of course given my over active imagination I turned and everyone’s eyes were on me, the poor infertile.
You could cut the pity with a knife.
Oh well- I’ve now got an appointment for Monday.
So as if that wasn’t bad enough… I go to Einstein’s for a bagel. The lady in front of me is talking to the cashier (who she is obviously acquaintances with) and tells her that she is pregnant with #4. After an ear piercing squeal the cashier lets her know that she is pregnant with #2.
It was the uniting of Dunkin Donuts twins right there in front of my eyes- a miracle to behold, and then vomit over.