It was as if I was a toddler hearing the word “no” for the first time. My fists clenched tight, my teeth clamped together and I wanted desperately to cover my ears and block out what I knew was coming.
Because I knew he would say there would be no baby this time around, and most likely never would be again.
My Doctor droned on about secondary infertility statistics and I wondered how I had not heard of this? It was a shock to me, to experience infertility after having had one unplanned, uncomplicated, healthy pregnancy. So why was the doctor describing my next to impossible chances of getting pregnant again? Why was he so adamant in stealing the little bit of hope I desperately clutched tight to my chest?