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What's the Plan?

We have a consult with my doc tomorrow to discuss the plan from here. I'm really anxious to see what he has to say. Biggest reason for going is that I want to make sure he's confident enough in my ability to get pregnant to justify Aaron having surgery.

I kinda like the guy. Don't really want to see him in pain. At least not most days. :)

I'd actually like to propose that we nominate one month a year as "non-baby" month. No one should be able to announce a pregnancy, have a baby shower, deliver a baby, etc, in this month. Babies R Us would be closed and Target would remove all of the adorable baby crap. It would be such a welcome break from it all, knowing that you won't be surprised by the "happy news" of others.

For example, a drug rep came into work today and proudly told me that his wife is expecting. He might as well have punched me in the stomach and loudly mocked my inability to have a baby. It seemed like a personal attack. Ridiculous, huh?

Can't really help it. Infertility has definitely affected my ability to think rationally. I did manage to reach deep within myself to pull out a stiff smile and mutter a congratulations. Thank goodness I'm not a crier. I'd have to own stock in Kleenex...

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  1. I love that idea. Would make everything so much easier.

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  2. Where the h are all the pregnant women coming from?!? They're EVERYWHERE!! Why, oh why, was I assigned to work in an office next to an OB the week I get another BFN? Gaaaa!!!

    I hope the doc has good advice and the varicocele surgery does the trick for ya'll!

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