Today was the last straw. Nurse Nancy grabbed my breast and wagged it in front of Wyatt's lips like it was a flag. Or maybe rather a napkin and she was trying to clean his face. She did ask, but I had no idea what she was going to do really. I can honestly say I didn't expect that.
I have certainly learned that I have no dignity anymore. Between the numerous transvaginal ultrasounds for IUIs and IVF, having my placenta photographed, and the number of times I have had a nurse grab my breast, there is nothing left. OK, I suppose something involving pooping would truly be the last frontier.
I guess I should consider myself lucky then . . .
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