Mikvah Misadventures

Well, I survived Yom Tov. I did cheat a little by either staying in (Simchas Torah is the hardest, watching all those fathers and sons dance together) or eating by people I was pretty sure wouldn't make hurtful comments.
My mood was quite stable, but then we had mikvah night! Most women who are IF dread this, it so depressing. You get home, are together with your husband (although you both know it won't result in a baby), and 2 weeks later you're niddah again. I wish I didn't have to go.
If the depression of going wasn't enough, the mikvah attendants can also add to your woes. I remember one who was highly pregnant, another one who was convinced I was someone else and asked me how the new baby was and another who cheerfully called me "one of her regulars".
This time I went to a mikvah slightly further away, hoping that it might be less stressful. When I got there, the attendant had forgotten I was coming, so all the rooms were taken and I had to wait (despite making an appointment). It was already late, so I called my husband to ask him if I should go to the other, bigger mikvah in town. I was a little agitated, but my husband said to wait.
I calmed down, and apologized to the attendant for being rude, and explained that we were having fertility issues, had been married for a while, and mikvah night was always stressful. A room then came free, and in I went. As I paid on the way out the attendant said she remembered me because I was married a few weeks before in the same hall as her son. She'd seen my wedding when meeting the manager. We chatted for a few minutes, asked me how things were. She then just knocked me over with here final comment: that she was happy but tired as her son (the one who was married after me) was staying for Yom Tov, together with his 3 little kids.