of all the rotten luck

So today I went to the chiropractor. My back has been bothering me; enough that I am losing sleep so I decided to check it out. On top of that I've had a cold and am feeling kind of yucky and tired. I ended up getting scheduled with a woman dr. which is what I had kind of hoped for - more comfortable for some reason. So she walks in and she comes across right away as really friendly once I get past the cute round little belly sticking out from the center of her. Yup - my chiropractor looks to be about 5 or 6 months pregnant which is what I would have been had our first transfer been successful. So sweet right? ya - it is. My first emotion is unbelief at the irony and the urge to cry. But then I tell myself not to be ridiculous and that it has nothing to do with me. Anyway - it was all good. I mentioned that I had back problems when I was pregnant and that my kid is 25 lbs and I lug him around. So this bonded us and she talked about pregnancy and prenatal classes. So, what I did was put the face of "sad lady who wants to be pregnant and isn't" on the back burner and brought out my other personality - the mom of a cute little boy who can bond with other mothers in the joy of motherhood. They are both real and I guess it's all about focus. All in all it went well. I really liked her and I feel better so it was successful! The cliche for the day is "What doesn't kill us makes us stronger". I dealt with it and that's that.