Taking way too long I've been calling my infertility specialist's assistant/secretary for three days now, always leaving a short, friendly message that I need to set up a consultation appointment with my doctor. I only just got a call back today, and when I told her that we were interested in setting up the consult before going to any IVF seminars, she said she'd have to get back to me.

I know that this guy is busy. I think he works at two offices here in the Twin Cities. He's reknowned around, at least, the midwest, so I know his time is valuable (isn't all of ours?). I just want to sit and talk with him for 15 minutes. Crazy idea, I guess. And I'm already sensing that he'll have loads of free time when my sweet husband will be in Brasil, and not before then. I just want to set the appointment and forget about all this stuff for a month or two.

I'm beginning to agree with my husband's barber (from Egypt or around there) who thinks we Americans have life backwards. We rush and rush, making sure we have and do all these crazy things, but then act surprised when we don't have any close friends or when our families fall apart.

Labels: fertility, frustration, time, waiting

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