“Good lord”, said my therapist when I told her about all the infertility things I was now going through again, for a third time. The mood changing Clomid, every diet known to increase fertility, 2x a week acupuncture, awful tasting tea made by a Chinese only Chinese pharmacy in Chinatown, and lots of lots of awful, awful timed sex, timed with the very best in $299 ovulation predictor kits. “Are you sure you want to put yourself through this now? I think you should SLOW DOWN you’re not even 35 yet. And you and your husband are not getting along.
”Good lord”, said my therapist when I told her I told her I was pregnant yet again.
And, “good luck,” she added. “I think we should increase the amount of time we see each other to 3 days a week”.
Good lord”, said my therapist when I called her, hysterically … Continue reading