I had another 30-second OB appointment last week. (Heartbeat = check, belly = measuring on target, any questions = nope.*) Every time I've had one of these appointments, I've planned to bring the trigger shot needles from my five IUIs and dispose of them in the attractive container they have in every exam room. And every time I've forgotten. Not this time! I know some of you are laughing at my tiny, itty, bitty collection, but it was still a powerful moment, watching those bitches disappear down the chute.
They kept accumulating. I kept moving them around. It feels like they've been sitting in the bathroom drawer for a million years.
It wasn't until after they'd vanished from sight that I was struck by the fact that one of them triggered the ovulation of the egg that turned into my Bun Bun. I felt like I should have said a little something to that one, but it was too late, and anyway, I didn't know which one it was.
On the way out, I walked past a grim-looking couple who'd just come out of the infertility clinic consulting room. I hope their journey leads them to a moment like mine, as soon as possible.
*And as far as I know, I don't have gestational diabetes. Unless it's just taking them a looong time to let me know.