Life is weird sometimes. We spend the first half of our lives trying not to get pregnant, and the 2nd half trying to get pregnant. And that’s how I found myself injecting strange chemicals into my belly at 7am in the public bathroom of my fertility clinic, with seconds to spare before my one-hour window ran out. Why they had to schedule my doctor’s appointment within an hour of the exact time I needed to administer the meds was beyond me. After feeling the biting sting of the meds as I pu...
