It started out when I hit a bird with my car while I was driving to work. I've never killed a thing in my life. I was a vegetarian for 13 years. I live at altitude, so birds actually fly really low here. It was just my luck (and the bird's) that it collided with my windshield. I freaked out and then cried for about 20 minutes at work. I didn't see it in the road after so I'm praying that it was just stunned and it's ok. God only knows I don't need a ghost bird being all invisible and pecking my head all day.
I've been trying to get in touch with someone at my RE's office for 3 days now to figure out costs and treatment. I knew I was going on Femara, but didn't know what the injectable was. Someone called me back yesterday to tell me the other drug is Bravelle. I don't know how long I'll need to take it for, but one vial costs $100. Online I've found that most people do at least 5 days of it which = $500.
On top of that, even though my insurance said they'll cover 6 visits, they really only cover the initial consultation. Which means my last ultrasound was $200 that I still owe. Along with the next treatment I'll have to have at least 2 more ultrasounds, which = $400 total.
Oh, and I also found out yesterday we owe $350 in taxes.
Numbers overwhelm me, so I'm just going to round up and say that everything costs a million dollars. It seems like it.
I went on a message board yesterday and was asking some other people about the treatment. They were all on-board that if I'm going through all of this with medications, ultrasounds and giving away all my money that I should just do IUI to get a better shot. IUI = $400. I actually thought it would be a whole lot more. Then I went to my Junior League meeting and sat with all of my pregnant friends who talked about being pregnant, including my friend who went off the pill the same time I did and is having twins. Talk about a crappy day. Happy for them, wish I was happy for me.
So now we're talking about waiting a little longer until Mr. Bee's job is secured for at least another year. Which made me cry more because I feel like I've already been waiting forever, I'm just getting older and all of my good eggs are dying. And I want to have kids earlier rather than later so my parents will be around a lot longer to enjoy them. Can you tell I'm dramatic and PMSing? Thank god for Peppermint Patties.