I called Dr. Eck, my ob-gyn and I called Dr. Grainger, my fertility doctor.
|Dr. David Grainger, expert on...well, you know. This guy is not even creepy. I totally expected him to be.|
Dr. Grainer is fantastic. And his nurses are wonderful. It was kind of like reuniting with old pals when I talked to them. Except if I never talked to them again I'd be fine.
And I cried when I talked to them.
I hadn't talked to Dr. Grainger's office since last December when I was 10 weeks along.
And I walked out of the office with the cutest little pictures of the bubble-alien version of Maggie.
I had to explain the whole thing again.
"Yes, it was a little girl."
My heart broke again and I got all choked up.
Thankfully, I took control and the ugly cry did not make an appearance.
And then I asked how all this works--starting this whole process again.
[Insert heavy-hearted sigh].
I have an appointment with him at the end of June.
(He's that busy folks. Like no appointments between now and the end of June.)
I don't want to start this all over when my happy ending was supposed to be just a few weeks away.
Can't wait for the stirrups.
And the stomach injectibles at 3 am.
And the pills.
And the calendars.
And the hour long drive to and from the office.
And getting my hopes up over and over again.
But, really, I can't wait to try this all again.
Maggie would like a little brother or sister.
And I would like another son or daughter.
Living, breathing, and beating heart, preferably.
But, just as perfect as Maggie.