Housekeeping

Note: When you read the title you should say it a la Tommy Boy.

So.  I guess I'm what you'd call a blogger-hopper.  Meaning, I start about 5 million blogs, write two entries, then start another or go back to an old one.  Well ENOUGH!  Enough I say!  Time to pick one and stick to it.  It's too much for me to keep track of and it makes me feel like I have a multiple personality disorder.  So here is now home.  If I want to write about pop culture, it will be here.  If I want to talk about my infertility issues, it will be here.  If I want to talk about how undomestic I am, it will be here.  Much like I picked a sorority as a home, I have picked this blog to be my home.  It should feel so... special.

Since we last left, I had take a Dye Test to insure that my tubes were open and things that need to get through can in fact do so.  They were all clear so that's good news, but I haven't done much since, and thank God because I am still getting bills for that darn test!  It was FOUR months ago!  There should be a statute of limitations or something.  Gah.  I really don't know what to do when it comes to fertility issues.  I'm so indecisive.  Much like I can't pick a blog, I can't pick how/when to pursue a family.  I think I am waiting on some guidance from God on how to proceed next.  Although a tiny part of me hopes that my indecision will lead to a natural pregnancy.  I'm not really that naive, but I can dream, right?

In other non-uteruo news, my BIRTHDAY is coming up in just a few short weeks. The only thing on my wish list:

 Via here

This Coach SOHO tote.  I'm not really set on a color, although I am really liking this almond color as I feel it would very versatile in my wardrobe as well as seasons.  It really just depends on what they have available when I go to the store.  One thing is for sure, "It will be mine. Oh yes.  It will be mine".  I just love my birthday, although I'm not stoked about the idea of getting older.  That's not cool.  But I do enjoy any day that can be all about me and I get presents.  Especially fun presents like Coach purses. 

Stuck in the Middle

Well, I did it.  I did that awful, horrible, no good, very bad test that is known as the dye test.  Ok, ok.  Maybe I am exaggerating a little... but only just a little.  Despite what everyone said it hurt more than just a "slight discomfort".  I will spare you the gory details of the whole thing, but suffice to say there was intense cramping for a brief period of time and a near pass out, but overall not terrible.  And yes I know, childbirth will be much more painful, but at least you get some drugs and a baby afterward.  All I got was some Advil and some test results.  The good news is that there are no blockages in my tubes and I have "totally normal" anatomy.  Totally normal in the sense that everything looks good, save for the one important event called ovulation.  So the missing puzzle piece is how to get me to ovulate.  How we are going to get that to happen is still a mystery to me, but I supposed one day we might find out.

The next step in this process is I need to make an appointment which my regular OB/GYN to over the results and then have her give me a referral.  Yes, I will pay a co-payment of $25 to have her tell me test results that I already know and give me a referral to a fertility doctor.  Am I the only one who thinks this sounds painfully unnecessary?  Didn't think so.

Before that happens though, there is some research that is involved.  Like figuring out if my insurance will even pay me to visit a fertility doctor.  I know that they won't pay for the treatments (but they will be glad to give me some birth control! - another topic for another day) but I don't know if they will pay just a visit.  If not we are looking at probably $200/$300 just to visit the darn place.  Please note I am totally making a guestimate here as I recently found out to just visit the regular OB/GYN sans insurance is roughly $150 (and I'm pretty sure that's just to walk in the door).  Also I'm not sure if the dye test will be covered either.  I don't even want to think about the pretty penny that is going to cost me.  Oh and did I mention that my hours were cut at work?  Oy vey.  So there will have to be some strategic planning involved regarding money, etc. 

I wonder what it's like not to have plan so much when it comes to starting a family?