First Glimpse

Let’s back up 10 years.  I was a freshman in college, my husband and I had just started dating, and I got my first glimpse at infertility.  Like  many young girls fresh out of high school I never paid much attention  to my cycles.  Then when it didn’t come for 5 months I thought I’d  stop by the school’s health clinic.

After a mound of paperwork I sat on the always lovely, cold,  paper covered table.  The nurse asked if I was pregnant to which I replied that wasn’t possible.  She asked if I was sure and I said of course.  I could tell she didn’t believe me so I finally gave in and let her to do a  test.  I rolled up my sleeve, she took a blood sample, and I endured my very first pregnancy test. A few minutes later the nurse came back in and said, “Well, you’re not pregnant.” I looked at her and chuckled, said I know, and asked what’s next.  She suggested I make a “well woman’s” appointment and sent  me on my way.

About a week later I was headed home to see my family doctor.  I had never been to one of these appointments before, and was not thrilled about starting.  After a series of questions, I heard what would come to be the most common phrase heard out of a doctor’s mouth….”Lay back, put your feet into the stirrups, and scoot all the way towards me.”  The doctor then shined a bright light on my girl parts, and I experienced the most uncomfortable and embarrassing moment of my short, naive life.

The final conclusion of my visit was to go on the pill.  I told her I didn’t need it, but she insisted that I did to stay “regular”.  She said being “irregular” is very common in woman, and I didn’t have a thing to worry about.  All I have to do is take one simple pill at the same time each day and I’d be just fine.  I diligently set my phone alarm for 7 PM sharp so I wouldn’t forget to take my pill and went merrily on my way.

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