So we have been busy honoring the fertility goddess around here. First, Jen’s trying to get pregnant in the short term. We decided to go through our HMO, and we kind of regret it. They are making her jump through so many hoops just to get to where we can inseminate. It’s like they have a boilerplate for infertile heterosexual couples, and they are just making us go through everything even though it doesn’t make sense. For example, I have to get STD testing done before they will do anything. Me, who won’t be carrying or breastfeeding the baby. How does that make any sense? Plus, she had to go talk to a nurse about sperm donors even though we have sperm. It’s the same guy who we used for lil’ guy. Plus, she had to have a psychological evaluation. Needless to say, it’s hard to get appointments for all of these people so it’s been taking forever to check things off the to do list. Also, I’ve had STD testing, but my doctor’s office is full of uppity women, and it’s hard to get them to fax anything over to the HMO. If we are pregnant by this time next year, it will be a miracle. Needless to say, we are a little irked.
On a whole different track, I am in the process of freezing my eggs so I can have a kid after law school – maybe. I’ve been shooting up really scary drugs and getting ultrasounds and blood draws every day. I just got the call from the IVF place to schedule the egg retrieval. It’s going to be New Year’s Day! I’m really excited. I went in this morning for one last blood draw. The lady stuck the needle in my arm, and THEN looked for a vein. It hurt. I couldn’t help but think, “This has to be the most unsexiest way in the whole world to have a baby.”