So…I took the plunge today. I was sitting out on my patio this morning, sipping coffee and watching my pups play together. It’s unseasonably warm – nearly in the 80s – and I was enjoying the first day of my mini-vacation. Christmas is two days away, and I’m looking forward to being off work and doing absolutely nothing for awhile. Except cooking. And hopefully baking, which may be difficult considering our fridge is STILL out.
Anyway, I looked over the list of clinics Dr T suggested and chose one in Sherman Oaks, which is relatively close to my office. I dunno why I chose this one, really, but I liked their website. I don’t really know what everything means, but they do have a ton of information on there, and they offer a procedure called “mini-IVF” – which from the looks of it is just transferring one egg instead of a few. Which sounds cheaper and gives you less of a chance of popping out the Brady Bunch, and I’m all for that. So I gave them a call.
Looks like I have my first consult with an RE in a couple weeks. The consult itself is $300, so that’s got me a little nervous about how costly the treatment will be. I know it’s going to be expensive; I have really good insurance but it doesn’t cover anything pertaining to fertility treatment. Because that’s an elective procedure. Sure. We choose to be infertile. Right.
So, now we wait. I can sit back and enjoy my Christmas break without having all the uncertainly looming over me. I’ve taken the basic steps toward ending this fertility stalemate.
Merry Christmas, everyone.
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