The good news is that because I’m part of Klal Yisrael, I have an army of helpers along the way
Istart work at 11 every day, and my nine-to-five friends think that sounds luxurious.
“You probably sleep in until ten every morning, right?” My friend sounds wistful over the phone as her toddler happily hollers in the background.
In my heart, I guffaw.
I had a doctor’s appointment at 7 a.m. yesterday, and two more scheduled tomorrow and Friday. I’m taking a hormone injection that has strong side effects of insomnia and nausea, and I’m up at all hours for two weeks in a row already. My head is crashing from nausea and exhaustion and I can’t fall asleep. My whole body feels icky, and I can’t shake the feeling. For each of my appointments, I wait an average of an hour in the waiting room — but if I come an hour late, I wait two hours, I’ve tried it. Each appointment also requires countless phone calls between my rav, the clinic, and fertility counselor.
And again and again, two weeks later, the pregnancy test is negative, and I’m back to square one with appointments, nausea, insomnia, and coordination phone calls every ten minutes.
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