Specialist Visit Suggested
Once we settled back in, Jess gently suggested seeing a fertility specialist. “You should have it checked out, you know, just to be sure,” she said, her voice steady but warm, a quiet gesture of support. I nodded, admitting, “Yeah, you’re right,” even as the thought tied my stomach in knots. The conversation was uncomfortable but necessary—and she understood that. I was grateful for her willingness to move us forward when my instinct was to freeze and hide behind fear.
Specialist Visit Suggested
Dreading The Discussion
I agreed to see a specialist, though a deep sense of dread settled in my gut. The thought of discussing something so personal with yet another stranger felt like exposing layers I wasn’t ready to uncover. “I guess it’s the best step,” I muttered, more to convince myself than Jess. Her reassuring nod, quiet but steady, carried the weight of a promise—one that gave me just enough courage to face the uncertainty ahead and the heavy truths I was beginning to fear.
Dreading The Discussion
