So there I was - sitting in the doctor's office, thinking about how awkward it is to sit on the table with my shirt on and only some paper covering my bottom half.
Do everyone else's legs sweat as much as mine do while they wait?
The doctor came in and started to make small talk. We exchanged some polite conversation and then he dropped the bomb: I was experiencing unexplained secondary infertility.
I swear I heard a record scratch.
"Infertility? How is that possible? I have a child. I am not infertile." All of these sentences and more came darting out of my mouth.
The doctor took a deep breath and started from the beginning. I think we both realized at that moment that I had a lot to learn.