What was this intense pull of fate that she spoke of, this knowing feeling that this was all part of a grand plan, that our paths had crossed for a reason? What exactly was this reason? And what, or who, was making her feel so incredibly certain about this?
And if in fact this all was meant to be, all part of some divine plan and not a random coincidence, but a carefully controlled series of events, shouldn’t I be feeling the same way?
Finally it was time for her to make an appointment with the fertility specialist. She asked me which doctor I recommended she see at the best practice in town.
And it was then that she added “Susan, I know you like your OB, but I’d really be more comfortable if you saw my high-risk specialist for the pregnancy.”
She trusted fate to bring us together for this most intimate of undertakings, and she trusted my recommendation for a fertility specialist, but when it came down to it, she just couldn’t trust me enough to make good decisions about my own body and my own care.