where's that hidden camera...

I know that child-care isn't always easy to arrange but - what makes women bring babies to an infertility clinic? There were three in the waiting room this afternoon, 2 young enough to be in prams and one toddler of not more than two years old. Their mothers weren't even accompanying infertile friends, they were the ones waiting for appointments.

The toddler was a charming child who passed the time by squirting milk out of his bottle at me and the woman sitting next to me while both his parents smiled fondly at him. Next he threw the bottle across the room at another waiting woman and again, his parents just smiled at him and then his father silently held his hand out to the woman to get back the bottle. The toddler then decided that what he wanted most in the world was to sit in the chair that I was on and started to try and push me off it. His mother looked at me and asked if I wouldn't mind...?

At this point my name was called and I stood up with alacrity, anxious to get away from what I was beginning think could only be some kind of hidden camera TV show ("Britian's Funniest Infertility Moments"?) to find myself being led to the ultrasound room by a new, and visibly pregnant, doctor...