As I waited for my appointment in the nice lobby of my RE's office on Monday, I began to think about ovarian envy. With my late afternoon appointments I had the added luxury of missing the crowds, but there are always a few lingerers like me around. And, what with my keen observation skills and all, I couldn't help but notice that most are older than me - some by a few years, others by more than a decade. And all of the sudden I felt like I was under the microscope.
What must these women think of me when they see me taking up space in their infertility clinic? Do they seethe, and mutter "bitch" under their breath? Do they shake their head and say "tsk, tsk, she's so young to be going through all this"? Do they stare at my abdomen envisioning ripe, egg-abundant ovaries and wonder what the hell right do I have to be there?
I know for a fact that we women are some jealous S.O.B.s - and for many reasons outside of the fertility boundary (and big props to Karen for helping categorize them). But as I sat there I couldn't help thinking that we offspring-challenged types need a system. We need honor badges. Something that's a mix between a letter jacket and a brownies uniform to let those around us know we've earner our stripes.
Now, be forgiving, because I'm not the image-wizard that Julie is, and I'm not fully versed on all the specifics, but... I think the badges would go something like this (you get one badge per occurance):
And so on with the rest of these... many for which I can't bring myself to find images.
1st Trimester Miscarriage
2nd Trimester Miscarriage
3rd Trimester Fetal Death
3rd Trimester Stillbirth
Then, on the adoption side:
As you can see, once we're all adorned with our outwardly-visible battle scars, no one in the RE's office will have to suffer from ovarian envy any longer!