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One step forward...

Our family motto (on our non-existent family crest) would seemingly be "One step forward, three steps back."  We're just having that kind of fortune right now in our quest to produce a tiny human.  And of course, we just want said tiny human so we too can litter Facebook and Instagram with 800 pictures daily.  Just throwin' that out there.

Oh, my infertility posts make you uncomfortable? Let me just get back to those nonstop pictures/posts about your pregnancy/baby/ children.
oh someecards.com, i really don't know what i'd do without you.
you get me.
and my terrible sense of humor.

Anyway, after a very difficult game of phone tag, I was able to connect with our insurance company and got the unfortunate news that although we are approved for the program, we cannot use the specialist we had originally been so excited to meet with.  We've spent the past two evenings researching (anyone who knows Porch knows the level of research that went on in this household) specialists that the insurance company will allow us to utilize.  Even though it means we just wasted over a month of our lives waiting, I'm choosing to find the positive in this; we found a specialist that's closer to our home (rather than an hour away).  I'm making the call tomorrow to get the approval code from the insurance company and to make our first appointment.  It seems people from all over the world have utilized this particular specialist so I'm both excited and nervous -- popular doctors tend to have ridiculous waiting lists for appointments.  I want to be seen next week, not in months.  It's the game though so we'll just have to play it.

Because after all, people are getting sick of my pictures on Facebook.
Well that, and my clock is ticking.  It's deafening.

xoxo


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  1. Ugh. What a nightmare. I hope you can get in quickly for a consultation. And then usually your cycle dictates your schedule. Good luck.

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