Today I went by Shady Grove before work... a trip I've been avoiding for about 10 weeks now.
I had to drop off my Sharps container so they could empty all the needles as medical waste, and I donated a couple of shots that I purchased and never ended up needing in the process.
Why did I wait? I don't know.
Did I think I'd need those shots again sooner than I expected? That this may not all work out?
It's hard to believe that just four months ago, I went to the office almost every morning before work. Sometimes to get blood drawn, sometimes for an ultrasound... always walking into a crowded waiting room full of 20, 30 and 40-somethings all there for the same reason.
In the waiting room no one talks. So you have little do to while waiting besides playing "create a story". You can usually spot the 1st and 2nd time visitors. They haven't figured out the "routine" yet.
You can see the repeaters, just hoping this is their chance.
I was lucky. We are lucky.
We're lucky to live in a city where places like Shady Grove are even an option.
We're lucky to have health insurance that covers part of fertility treatments, even if it is a small amount.
We're lucky to have a "success" story to share with quite a bit of people who are in the same situation.
I hope whoever gets my donated shots is so lucky.