I have more than a couple of pet peeves about this whole infertility circus.
If I started writing about them all, I'd be here so long I'd lose the energy to make a fist. So I won't.
Two of them, however, won't be escaping so lightly.
One can't be helped, it's unavoidable. I hate not being able to be there for every appointment. I've managed so far for every scan and talk with the doctors, but there are other things that I can't be at.
There's often no reason for me to be there, when ET takes a blood test for example, it just irks me. Often, appointments with the specialist are carried out over the phone directly with ET, which I'm also not there for.
The other, is very much avoidable. Why can't these doctors or nurses just be nice? We have had some friendly ones, but more often than not, they don't crack a smile.
They are surely clever enough to equate working in a fertility clinic with having patients who could do with seeing the occasional friendly face. We don't go to make their day worse or just to irritate them.
People who need to be there, need help and reassurance, yet too many of those providing the help seem to do so almost grudgingly.
I wonder do they need reminding of what it is they do, changing the lives of people every single day.
These two pet peeve cross paths this morning, ET is going to the clinic by herself for a blood test.
A pregnancy test.
I'll be at work, hoping that whoever she deals with today will just give her a smile.
She deserves it.