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The Approval

I usually love getting the mail.  Charlie & I walk to the mailbox together and peek inside.  She loves literally any mail, even the ads (especially the ads).  She is obsessed with checking the front porch for packages --


C:  Maybe we have packages?
Me:  I don't know... probably not.
C:  Maybeeeeeeee

Today we got the mail and I kind of wanted to just leave this beast in there.

  

You know what?
I'll take it.  It's better than $1000.

Insurance is by far our biggest nightmare when it comes to this fertility stuff and yet I am forced to humbly remember that I am #blessed to have insurance that covers this for us as so many do not have that coverage.  The insurance has been my #1 complaint with this process.  I don't remember it being such an ordeal to get approval.  Actually, I remember it being fairly easy.  This time, I had to LEGIT prove that I had been trying to conceive before our fresh cycle IVF in 2013.  Yep, you read that right.  Porch is the calm-keeper and went out of his way to make sure that we got our hands on the required documentation.  It was a j o b.

Then the clinic's financial chick called and left me a less than professional voicemail during which I nearly lost my shit as she seems lost in thought and proceeds to seemingly ask if Porch is the father of Charlotte & the embryos.

Anyway -- after SEVERAL days of back and forth and advocating for ourselves, we have the damn approval.  

As of today, we have the approval.

I call on day 1 to report the start of my cycle and we can get this party started.

In the mean time, I got new shoes.  :)  I guarantee they won't be white past tomorrow.



xo
Mama Porch

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