Changing of The Guard

Well, M has done her duty and given us several healthy embabies! We were so excited to hear from our nurse every couple of days as she updated us on how well our embabies were doing. Now that they’re on ice for the moment it’s time for me to begin preparing my womb for that little turtle!

M has already mentioned how stressful it can be to coordinate with insurance carriers and the fertility clinic, but boy was I surprised at just how stressful things could be. I am, if nothing else, a worrier. I worried the moment I was born I realized it was my turn to start the serious business of preparing my body for FET (frozen egg transfer). I called our insurance to gain pre-authorization documents two weeks before anything was expected to happen, my nurse called to discuss a preliminary protocol, and I waited for “The Red Wedding” to begin. I realized I hadn’t heard back from the insurance company so I called again the day before my cycle was scheduled to begin and THEN the stress began. No one had sent over the documentation clearing me for the procedure, but this lady assured me it would get taken care of that day so I took a chill pill and went about my business.

Shall we fast forward to the first day of my cycle? On this day my nurse didn’t answer my phone call so I left a voicemail, which she did not return so I was forced to appease the worrier in me by sending her an email. The next day she calls to let me know she’s putting in a prescription for my birth control, Estrace, and progesterone in oil (whatever the eff that is) and I ask if my insurance company has sent over confirmation. Guess what? It most definitely did not get sent over the day they told me they sent it. *Cue thoughts of impending doom and increased anxiety* As I waltzed into therapy I went on a rant about how anxious I was feeling and my therapist kindly reminded me that there’s no rush and that sometimes things won’t go my way, etc. I paid her to allowed her to talk me down and by the time our session was over I had received several emails confirming everyone had finally gotten themselves together and things were moving forward!

I now have a protocol for how this whole process is gonna take place (which I’ll update you guys on in a later post), I’ve got my birth control pills ready to be popped every morning for the next several days, and I’ve got my therapist’s voice in my head reminding me to stop stressing because life doesn’t always go as planned, but it’s certainly not the end of the world. So, here we go!