Timing is everything
It's a good thing I got the job when I did. It will give me something else to think about when the axe falls on this cycle. I'm now 12 days past IUI. I've mentioned before that I don't think we got it right this time. I guess I could be wrong; I hope I am.
In any event, this was my last cycle with Clomid and IUI, after this we move along to injectables. Only we're not in a spot financially to go there yet. None of it is covered by the insurance we have, with the exception of the sonograms. We will just have to wait it out from here and start putting money back into the savings account.
Hopefully the insurance with the new company will have some coverage. Meds would be nice, even. If not, at least we'll have a second income again, so the savings account will grow a little quicker.
This is the most excruciating experience of all my life, for sure. The likelihood of us getting pregnant on our own is around 2% per cycle, and there is absolutely no explanation. His counts are low, but not too low to work with. I have endo, but not that much. And all of it is so expensive, as of this minute, we've spent more than four thousand dollars, and we haven't even started yet. We haven't even scratched the surface of every other day blood draws and injectables and IUI on top of it. Wasn't this supposed to be free? And fun? And
not hurt?
So I accepted the photo position. I have a week of training in Atlanta. With a new job, and a trip away from home, I should be able to divert my attention from this bullshit for a little while. One would think.
When it rains-
Just last week I was thinking how nothing was going on around here. I was waiting for the end of my purgatory (3 days, now, but I'm doubtful it worked this time). Other than that, not much.
Haha, said life. Have some excitement, then.
Sunday morning we discovered a squirrel in our hall closet. Joyful occasion for man and beast. Damned thing came in through the attic, down the wall, and out a hole that was never repaired between the bathroom wall and the closet. He hung out in there, we got a hav-a-hart trap. He tripped the trap repeatedly, but never got caught. Finally, on Tuesday morning we got him. Yay! The dogs were finally allowed back into the hall- they were ecstatic. That's prime sleeping territory, and both of them were banned while the rodent was here.
Sunday afternoon was lunch at T's grandparents' house. We got a freezer out of the trip.
Sunday evening there was a rocket launch from Kennedy Space Center (technically, it was at Patricks AFB, but who knows where
that is?). T has never seen a launch at all, let alone a night launch (by far the coolest thing to see), so I decided that we should make the two hour drive to watch it. The launch window was at 2:16am. The launch was scrubbed due to lightning from tropical storm (later to become hurricane) Alex. We drove the two hours home, finally getting into bed around 4:30- we were totally beat, and for no good reason. We did walk along Cocoa Beach, so I guess that was something...
Monday T got into an accident- some lady ran a red light and nailed him. Nobody was hurt, just inconvenienced.
Wednesday I got two job offers- one bartending on a yacht, the other shooting pre-school portraits. I think the bar gig would be lots of fun, but I think the time for that is over. Besides, maybe the benes for the studio will include some kind of fertility insurance coverage. That would totally rock.
So much for boring.
