The needles

I returned to acupuncture this week. I went to a new place, for many reasons. First, the woman I saw before and liked moved to the far northern 'burbs, and I will not venture that far. Dealing with an hour of traffic after a relaxing treatment sort of defeats the purpose, no? Second, the man I saw around the same time (part of the same practice), I did not like him very much. And third, I did not want to go to the same places where I had been a year ago, when all hell hit the fan and I failed my first 2 IVFs. I just don't want to be reminded of that crappy time.

So I went to a new place, pretty close to my home. And I am in love.

This new place could be the prettiest office I've ever been to. For anything. It is on the top floor of a building in a sort of industrial part of town. Not much to look at from the outside. But you get off the elevator, and BAM! Lots of natural light, and a panoramic view of the city skyline that is just breathtaking. I swear, my blood pressure goes down just setting foot in the place.

My acupuncturist is a very nice lady, open, friendly and happy. They specialize in fertility, so I feel like I'm in good hands. And the treatment rooms are quiet, with nice water sounds and soft lighting. Very relaxing while I have needles in me.

Now, I don't know if acupuncture is truly beneficial, but I strongly believe in the placebo effect at the bare minimum. According to the far-away clinic, my uterus has good blood flow, so acupuncture is not really required for me. But I figure if I can be as relaxed, happy and good mojo'ed as possible going into the FET, it can't be a bad thing, right?