I made small talk for about three seconds with another patient at my RE appointment this morning. We had our blood drawn at the same time. We laughed about something stupid. The End. Until I dropped Jackson off at school and THERE SHE WAS. In the same sweatpants and unwashed ponytail she had at the clinic. (This is remarkable because I usually feel like the only woman in the waiting room still in my pajamas and a hat, while everyone else has perfectly coiffed hair and makeup and pants to commute to work after their appointment. I just go through the Starbuck's drive-through and head home to face another day of assmonkey clientele). She didn't see me at school (we were both in the parking lot headed to our cars after dropping off). And I resisted the urge to yell out, "Hey, infertility clinic pal! How's it hanging? Har-dee-har-har!" Unrequited infertility love.
I've never seen her at school before, but am now feeling super sleuthy and wanting to find out who she is. Maybe we'll see her at the spaghetti dinner in a couple of weeks. Maybe she's one of the moms who also volunteered to set up the parent fundraiser. Maybe we're on overlapping monitoring schedules and I'll see her at the clinic again. The possibilities are endless.