The Pediatrician Gives You a Lollipop....

Today will mark the third time in less than 10 days that I'll have to have my blood drawn for testing at the fertility clinic and I'll most likely have to give another sample on Sunday morning when I head to the Rockville office for another, even less pleasant and extremely invasive test.  My thought is, shouldn't I get a lollipop or at least a sticker, maybe a coupon for a martini or something?  Shouldn't someone tell me they are proud of me for not crying (too much)?  At the very least I believe my husband should treat me to an everything bagel with light veggie cream cheese at Bagel City post-procedure.  Being an adult doesn't make going to the doctor any less scary or dehumanizing, particularly when there are plastic models of the female reproductive system everywhere.