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I'm amazed at how many "irons in the fire" it is possible to have when one is not employed full-time! I ditched the library job, figuring that the physical exhaustion it was causing was no good for my efforts at conceiving. I've taken on a few social work contracts, things that I can do on my own schedule, and I'm still doing the beauty consulting, although I'm a little disheartened by management's calloused response to a fellow consultant's recent miscarriage. All in all, though, I feel like maybe we're getting somewhere.
I'm becoming absolutely enthralled with my new hobby, the Internet. Before I know it, hours have passed while I'm perusing every subject in which I've ever had a remote interest. This is so much easier than going to the library, reading a book, making sure you get the book back on time....
The only problem that I've experienced with my forays into the online world is being rejected by a parenting site. It was one in which registration was required, a brief self-description survey. After I completed the survey, I was shocked to learn that because I have no children, I would be relegated to their chat area for "others", which included teenagers and for some ghastly reason, single adults. I angrily emailed the folks in charge of the website, telling them that not only were they ostracizing people like me but they were also creating a potentially dangerous situation, lumping together teens with other adults. I received a form letter back, thanking me for my interest in their site. Needless to say, I will not revisit that site.
In my "real life" (as I am learning to say), I attended my first appointment with the Reproductive Endocrinologist. Aside from taking some blood tests, I talked with the doctor in his office about how he usually proceeds, and how that applies to me and Jim. He seems a pleasant enough fellow, and I took notes, but I'm still not sure that I understand some of the details. Apparently, some blood tests must be run on certain days in order to get an accurate reading. So we'll have to wait until another cycle to draw some more blood. Jim (who was half an hour late to the appointment!) has to do a sperm analysis.
Other than the blood tests and Jim's test, we're not being told to do anything different, so I feel a little let down. I was hoping for some dramatically successful procedure to be offered, although I've already learned from my insurance Case Manager that I am not covered for anything beyond diagnosis. This ought to be good...
© Tracy Morris
