Tomorrow, tomorrow...

So tomorrow is the big day! I cannot express how nervous and excited I am for our appointment with our local superstar reproductive endocrinologist. I have really high expectations and so does my husband and after so much let down I don't know what we are going to do if this group of doctors doesn't meet them. I know I've said before about how bounced around we were feeling about our earlier experience and we are just so ready for someone to take us and coddle us and just make everything all better. Ah, wishful thinking.

It does sound kind of funny, but it is like we are looking for a fertility fairy godmother. Not only do we want results, and quickly too of course, but we want to be handled with care as well. I just want someone to be nice to me and treat me as if they were treating a friend with fertility problems. I don't want to be just another statistic for the specialist group. This may be too much to ask, but it doesn't hurt! The whole process of assisted fertility seems to becoming such a lucrative business to be in; if people have the means they will pay anything to have children. I just hope that they recognize that yes, we'll pay as much as we can but we are still people with feelings at the end of the day.