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A New Fear

As Porch and I began our discussions about moving back to Wisconsin, I was SUPER pumped.  I was so ready to get out of Chicago and get back to where our family & friends are...

And then as I drifted in and out of sleep (if we're being generous, we'll call it sleep) last night, I had a terrifying realization.  My babies are here.  We have 4 snowflake embabies waiting for us here in Chicago and a doctor whom I admire and love (and trust).  If we move back to Wisconsin, what if our benefits no longer include IVF and the surrounding costs?  What if we have to pay out of pocket for our FET when we're ready for Baby Porch to have a sibling?  What if that FET doesn't work and we need additional?  Is this a sane reason to stay in Chicago?  At first, I didn't think it was, but honestly, I want Dr. TK to be the one who puts my babies in me (hehe, that sounds so weird).  This is obviously something that Porch and I need to discuss -- and I'm sure there are perfectly good REs in the Milwaukee area...

We both want more than 1 child but I don't know how long we'd like to wait between them, though we realize that's likely to be out of our control as well.

This is weighing heavy on my heart today.

xoxo



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  1. Oh no! What a tough decision! :( Good luck figuring this one out! I don't blame you for wanting to leave Illinois though!!! ;)

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  2. Yeah, WI doesn't. Require IVF to be covered, so it is not! But you can always move your embryos up to a clinic in WI. Where you can store them or go back to Chicago when you are ready for a second. Your insurance will likely have changed, will probably not cover a FET, but those are not nearly as expensive as IVF. Lots of decisions to make, but you will figure it all out.

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