Yesterday, at around 11am, my RE’s office called.
“We were just wondering — were you thinking of pursuing treatment with us?”
Ugh, I wanted to banish them. I’m half-tempted to block the number. Y’know, this treatment thing? Is a very, very personal thing. I know they want to make money and possibly get their success rates up, but you know what? If I haven’t reached out, I probably don’t want to do it yet. After all, trust me: this isn’t something that slips your mind, this having a baby thing, or this insemination thing. It may happen, but I’ll call you, okay?
They always seem to pop up around ovulation or the end of my cycles. If it’s not a bill that magically appears out of nowhere, it’s a phone call with them wanting to know something or other. I wouldn’t be surprised if they did indeed try to figure out cycles and press at opportune (or inopportune) moments. Me, Ms. Perfect 28-Day Cycle Lady? Outreach can be perfectly timed. Hey, period coming on? Well, here’s this missive to remind you that we can help get rid of that pesky thing! Oh, about to ovulate? Welp, have fun with TI, but your success rate would be much higher if we were involved right about now (which, no, not really, when it comes to unexplained couples).
I think one of the reasons the call annoyed me so much is this: it’s like they’re trying to sell me something. Which, in a sense, they are. They’re not truly my doctors, advising on my health — if my regular doc was pressing me to get a needed hip replacement, I probably wouldn’t feel so hassled. A baby isn’t vital for me to survive or thrive like a functioning hip is. But a baby is someone we want to add to our family and how we add them to our family is still under consideration. It’s a delicate, delicate matter and we are approaching it in the way we feel is best.
In other words, let me come to the conclusion that this is the best way forward and DO NOT press me to buy a bill of goods on which I’m not completely sold.
I was polite, letting them know we were still on the fence about it. “Do you have any questions?” they asked. No, not at this time, thank you.
I sent my husband a text and we joked, like so:
But this cycle, I have found myself feeling a) more optimistic and b) asking the universe for good vibes. Puh-leeze, biology, would you let my husband and me replace ourselves? Pretty please?
I just wish my RE wouldn’t pop up to harsh on my mellow.