Well, one more day of freedom before I am back to work. The time went so, so fast. Even though it didn't turn out as I had hoped, it was a great 4 weeks off.
I giggled and giggled at the SNL skit from Saturday. Did you see it? I just can't fathom the turn of events through this political circus (still trying to actually). If I was Hillary, I'd be in a seriously permanent bitchy mood. I don't like to talk politics on this blog (how many times have you heard me say that?) but let's just say the thought of Palin "one heartbeat away" from the Oval Office scares the ever-lovin' crap out of me. And that's all the political commentary you'll get out of me.
I have my RE consult next Tuesday with Dr. Nerd and Nurse T (they coordinate the donor program). The IVF Nurse called me on Friday to let me know that my file was reviewed, and the consensus was to try another IVF cycle with a slightly tweaked protocol. No, really? I asked her if the subject of donor eggs was spoken, and yes, she said... it is an option... Then she tiptoed into the conversation about it, as if she has been waiting for ME to mention it. I picked up on the bizarre boomerang in the conversation and she confided that it was suggested, but they are instructed to "tread lightly" when approaching the conversation with patients. Apparently, there is a subset of infertility patients that freak the hell out when the subject is brought up. I understand that it is a very rickety bridge, and I also understand that for some it is a deal-breaker of sorts. You know that's not me.
To put Nurse B at ease, I gave her one of my famous analogies... "Pretend I'm a dog, and there's a delicious bone in the corner, but I have to break my leash to get to it. As I pull on the leash you move the bone out of the house, down the street, and throw it into a storm sewer. I break the leash, chew out the door of the house, run down the street, and squeeze my body through the storm sewer opening. I want that bone, and nothing will stand in my way to get it."
The bills have started to roll in from my recent cycle. Those pesky billing clerks pulled a fast one on me. Usually, my RE bills two months in arrears. For instance, I am supposed to just now get my bill for services delivered in July. I thought I wouldn't have to dish up major $$$ until October. But you guessed it, they sent me the bill for retrieval and transfer which I received over the weekend. The biggest one of course, and skipped over all my u/s and blood work charges from July/August. Losers. I'll probably get the other bill today, and can promptly sob on my credit card statements.
David is doing much better with the new routine. He loves his classmates, and is getting really fired up about school. Yesterday was his first soccer game with the Township. Tuesday he starts school soccer. He's just learning the game, but having a lot of fun. It's funny to watch a bunch of five year-olds running on 1/4 of a soccer field. Half of them lunge for the ball, the others kind of run around in circles not sure what to do. Yesterday it was 92 degrees here in Jersey... way too hot to focus. Poor kids guzzled Gatorade in between each break. Hopefully the heat is over for the summer, and some cooler air is around the corner.