Had my dentist appointment today, and when the dentist asked what medications I am currently on, I rattled them out and then paused when I felt like a big ole junkie. So I threw in that the reason I am on so many meds is because we have IVF scheduled for two weeks from now. And the hygienist (in her obviously pregnant state) put her hand on her belly and went, "Awwwww" and the dentist scratched his (mostly bald) head and went "I-V what?"
And then I demanded the revocation of his medical degree. No just kidding. But I did say "Uh, in-vitro....fertilization" (and paused because I didn't know if it was exactly PC to talk about fertilization in a dentist office unless you are discussing your gardening technique) and then his face got really red and he mumbled something and went around the corner. And then a thousand questions came from the hygienist about what the drugs are for and what day I will be having my procedure and various other topics, which I really didn't (and don't) mind answering. And as I was getting ready to leave with my freshly cleaned teeth, the (old) dentist man came back around and managed to give me a "good luck on getting the little one here" rallying cheer while clapping me on the back.
And I struggled to hold back my enthusiasm. And laughter. But I did manage to give him the thumbs up sign with a small smile.
Awkward. Very awkward.
In other news, tomorrow night I will be packing my bags up to prepare for my early departure on Thursday where I must make the-worst-four-hour-drive-ever to Boise to attend my afternoon (delight) doctor's appointment and start my additional (stimming) shots, yippee.
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