Truth: Infertility is not an exact science. Unless I walk around trailing a vagcam and ultrasound machine, I cannot and will not know exactly what is happening. Even though I want to.
Truth: Infertility is hard. We all know this. I totally freaked out last Friday when my body didn’t do what I thought it was going to do, what it had been doing consistently for a long time; that is, produce a nice thermal shift. My temperature this morning was at 98.6. That is a high temperature. A thermal shift, per se. I did not exercise patience or trust.
Truth: My internet support group is awesome. The comments, the suggestions, the combined wisdom and experience called me back from the edge. Thanks ladies. You all rock.
Truth: Infertility is expensive. We have lived in Orange County for 18 months now, largely on one income. It is not a six figure income. Not even close, and, with this cycle, we have now ventured past diagnostics and into the world of infertility treatment. It is entirely out of pocket. So far this cycle can be broken down as follows:
Metformin – $10
Ultrasound #1 – $110
Bloodwork (FSH & E2) – $140
Clomid – $38.50
Ultrasound #2 – $110
Ultrasound #3 – $110
Bloodwork (Progesterone) – $70
Total (thus far) – $585.50
Part of the aforementioned overreaction was based upon the costs we have incurred on this cycle. This is not a sustainable plan.
Truth: Big Guy works in the desert and is living out of a hotel room. Big Guy’s client will pay for our rent if we move to the Coachella Valley. We are moving to the Coachella Valley in order to save an unseemly amount of money each month on rent. This will allow us to save money for future infertility treatments.
Truth: The desert is really fucking hot in the summer.