I received a letter marked “confidential” from Dr. HP’s office. For one wild moment, I thought maybe the office manager had somehow already found an unwanted pregnancy for me even though my real brain knows that’s barely a possibility. It turned out to be a list of dermatologist referrals I’d asked for. I felt disproportionately let down.
My friend says I have to keep trying until it feels right to not try. I told her it wouldn’t feel right until I held my take-home baby in my arms.
Then I told her to save money to get me out of jail when I “found” one.