Remember those "My Most Embarrassing Moment" stories you were forced to write as a kid? At least for "The Person I Admire Most" or "My Best Day Ever," you could come up with something without resorting to lying. If you couldn't think of an embarrassing moment, you were screwed. Did everyone else keep their most embarrassing moments filed away in case they were ever asked?
It turns out the scourge of having an embarrassing moment story at the ready isn't just for kids. At a party recently, some friends started sharing their cute, hilariously awkward embarrassing moments. My husband had everyone doubled over with his story about getting tongue-tied around a pretty realtor in his dating days--he accidentally said he was going to "pick his nose" in another room. Everyone had their funny/cute story ready until the attention shifted to me. Just like in elementary school, I couldn't think of a single embarrassing moment.
If I'd been with a different crowd, specifically a fertility-challenged one, I could have thought of several cringe-worthy moments to share. Infertility is full of embarrassment, and not of the neighborhood party-appropriate "the wave took my swimsuit!" type. We have to get used to spreading our legs for strangers on a regular basis. Maybe mortifying is a better word for it.
One infertility embarrassing moment happened during my first treatment cycle last summer. I was supposed to take letrozole starting on cycle day 3, but what does "day 3" REALLY mean? What about heavy spotting? Heavy spotting for several days? On a Sunday morning that could have been day 3, I paged the reproductive endocrinology fellow. All of the RE fellows at my practice are attractive men in their early 30's--you know, just the people you want to talk to about your period. As I described the bleeding to the hot doctor on call at the time, I had to acknowledge to myself how surreal the experience was. I know, he's a medical professional, but it comes down to the fact that a guy my age was talking to me on a Sunday morning about vaginal crypts.
So, yeah. Not the kind of story you'd share at a party unless all your fellow guests were infertiles. What are your awkward, embarrassing stories about this experience?