Yet again, I'm going to try to get back to this blogging thing. It's time. I haven't posted much because things have been so good, but things have been stressing me out a bit lately. Travis is 10 months old now. Here are a few pictures.
I have been staying at home with Travis, and I am enjoying it. It feels strange to not be working, but I do like taking care of Travis. It has been kind of hard on us financially, but we'll get through. We recently went through the process to get licensed for foster care and adoption. We want to take kids ages 0-12. We are finished with the process, and just waiting for kids.
A few weeks ago, I had to have surgery to remove my gallbladder, but that went well, and I am recovered from that. The only lingering effect is about $2000 worth of medical bills. In addition, we got a nice letter from the IRS saying that we owe them $500 from 2008. And since I haven't been working, I have been paying for COBRA so that I have health insurance. So we are doing our best to stay afloat right now.
But if that wasn't enough, since the COBRA only lasts for 18 months, and I have already used up 7 months of it, if I want to have another baby while I've got it, I need to get knocked up within the next two months. And my deductible resets at the end of August, so I need to take advantage of what limited fertility coverage I have with the COBRA. So today I called the fertility clinic, and got set up to start treatments as soon as my cycle starts. They ordered the meds, and I'm supposed to call them on CD1. We're going to skip the clomid nonsense this time and go straight to what worked for us last time. The protocol should be about the same as last time, with follistim and IUI. While I have a sense of deja vu about all of this, I am able to approach it with a little more calm, since I already have a real, live baby here at home with me. Part of me feels very selfish to be trying fertility treatments when I've already got my gorgeous baby boy, but the other, bigger part of me insists that I have as much right to the family of my dreams as anybody else.
So, here we go again. Dear God, please let things go smoothly, and help me to keep the number of self-injections and strangers looking at my lady-business to a minimum. Also, I pray that the hormones don't make me too murder-y. Amen.