My friend had to have uterine fibroids removed and I went with her to her doctor consultation. This doctor just happened to be the lead infertility doctor. I'll call him Dr. Grandpa because he was caring but stern like a relative. I sat with her while she chatted with him, and the conversation moved to fertility, and then the conversation moved to me. Here’s the gist of it:
Dr Grandpa: “And you, are you married?”
Me: “Yes.”
Dr Grandpa: “Do you have children?”
Me: “No.”
Dr Grandpa: “Do you want children?”
Me: “Yes.”
Dr Grandpa: “Well, you better get going.”
Me: [Argument about my employment situation]
Dr Grandpa: “Please start – I don’t want to see you in here.”
Prophetic.
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