This past weekend was *hard* work. But for 36 hours I got to almost solely focus on something else and not think very much about infertility. It was a good way for me to end NIAW, honestly. We had to drive back to my hometown to move my grandmother from her independent living facility into an assisted living facility and downsize her belongings by about 90%. It went so much better than I thought it would.
But now I'm back to the real world and was greeted on Facebook with my super-fertile friend making her big u/s photo pregnancy announcement. I've mulled over taking a FB break off and on for a while. It is a *very* useful tool for keeping up with my friends and family and I would miss it. But it would also be nice to not get sucker-punched a few times a week by certain posts.
Dr. B's office has *still* not called me to confirm my surgery date. What is the effing hold-up?? Anyone who knows me IRL can tell you that I hate change, and this surgery (and putting TTC on hold again) definitely counts as a big change. But when I make a decision, like a *big* important, life altering decision, that means I'm ready to act on it NOW. So not hearing any progression from the office makes me rather unhappy. I've wasted over a year on useless drugs, let's do this thing already!
I checked the mail on my way home from work to find a most unwelcome envelope: a bill from the lab in California where I had blood drawn while on a business trip last month. Oh no. I had mildly worried about this at the time, not knowing anything about using my insurance out of state. But no one raised a red flag to me that it might not be covered, so I decided to play dumb with the whole thing and hope for the best. Did you know that an FSH, TSH, and estradiol blood draw costs $458?!?! What the hell, man? We do not have the money to pay for something like that. The invoice claimed that my insurance company denied coverage due to out of network use. So I pulled out my phone and insurance card and settled in for a long battle.
After terminal hold (with muzak from hell), I was patched in with "Leroy". "Leroy" is my NEW BEST FRIEND! He was *so* nice, *so* helpful, even cracked a joke or two (and not super lame ones either), and got me an answer to my question! He thinks the lab submitted the claim to my insurance company in California, when they should have sent it to...well, somewhere else. So he's getting them to send another copy of the claim to him and he'll get it processed and give me a call back. It. was. AWESOME. While on hold, I was seriously about to cry just thinking about how much it was going to suck having to argue with someone about my coverage. "Leroy" was the polar opposite of what I was imagining. So big, big kudos to my insurance company for hiring good, helpful people (and for letting them help their customers, rather than dicking me over).
All in all, I'm doing pretty good. The only way you would know that I am preparing myself for the worst is that I've started saying "if we have kids", instead of "when we have kids".