I Got Nothing

Still haven't gotten the results from the blood work of SA. I called my dr office yesterday. They couldn't find my file. Last time I spoke with the office they were sending my file to him since he wasn't going to be in the office for a few weeks so I am really not all that worried about the missing file. (I thought all this stuff was digital now?) I was told that they would send a message to the dr that I was looking for my results. That was yesterday morning and here it is today - in the afternoon - and no phone call.

I have been debating about whether to make an appointment with an RE or not. From what I have heard, it can sometimes take months to get in. My dr (just your everyday ob) has seemed really proactive about getting me knocked up since I was diagnosed with a UU. He did recommend that I see an RE back in 2006 when I was first diagnosed but he has also done a lot of talking about doing more tests in his office and even IUI. I really like my dr, even if I get this crazy thought in my brain sometimes that maybe he really just wants to get me pregnant in his office (that sounds really twisted) so he can go brag to his dr buddies about how he got the girl with the messed up uterus pregnant because he is just that awesome. But, as proactive as he seems to be, he still hasn't returned my phone call.

I'm feeling rather brain dead today. Don't know if it is the ugly weather, I am tired, or who knows what. Thankfully my BFF is not brain dead and gave me some good things to think about, like how she has heard how much more closely RE's monitor you during your cycles and how basically their whole job is getting people pregnant. On a normal day, I might have come up with these not so complicated thoughts myself but today is a brain dead day. So, I called the RE. According to my insurance website, this dr has an office about 20 minutes away. According to the office I called, they didn't know who he was. Yeah, thanks Highmark. I was able to track him down at the awesome women's hospital in the city which really isn't too much further away, just more of a pain to get to. Actually, I think it is in the same office where DH had to go to spank his monkey. So, I got an appointment for June 17.

Now the fun begins. I am sure most people who are going into infertility treatments aren't faced with the task of figuring out what to do with their two toddlers while at the dr. I am sure the first appointment will just be informational, but I also really don't want to have to entertain two toddlers at the dr's ever, and particularly not at an infertility clinic. I should probably just put my silly worries behind me, but I can already feel the women in the waiting room who would give anything to have a child mentally bitch slapping me for bringing my two kids to the infertility doctor. Likely my mom will watch them. But I need some good lies. Mom must not be tipped off on our endeavor to conceive. I can't handle that. She not so slyly has been bringing up things about me expanding my family for the past several years, things like mentioning all the cute girl clothes she sees or how she and my dad just aren't getting any younger and want to enjoy their grandchildren. (These comments from my mom are usually followed by me saying things like, "I can't handle the kids I have now," or "Come up with $30,000+ and I'll do the work to adopt a granddaughter for those cute clothes you love.")

Anyway, what was I talking about? Oh yeah, I have an appointment with an RE in two weeks. Yay! I wonder if any of this is covered by our insurance...