I finally went the infertility specialist today. Something I have been dreading for about two years. I can't explain why I was so afraid to go some place where some one might actually help us. I suppose it is about shame and a fear that something is more wrong than we know.
It helped that the same doctor that did my D&C, who was so kind and funny, is the specialist. But I still ended up crying in her office for no damn reason.
Nothing unexpected happened during the visit. But just getting through it was an exhale of a lot of bullshit.
Plus the day was gorgeous and I didn't go to work.