Well, it's done. We did it. It's over. We went and spent an hour with a reproductive specialist discussing our issues, dreams, desires...and money. We now have a definite plan. (however daunting it may seem)
The doctor was great. He had a nice office and a grandpa vibe about him. It was strangely comforting.
Turns out our chances for conceiving on our own is a whopping 4%. He said we shouldn't even try IUI because the amount of scarring from my endometriosis. Along with that, the probable "hostile chemical environment" from the wretched disease makes it so sperm/embryo don't really stand a chance. Awesome body, awesome.
I learned alot more about endometriosis and the causes so if you're interested, let me know and I will share the nasty news.
After we talked with my new "grandpa" friend, we met with his nurse and financial assistant. They threw schedules and numbers at us. I think we were both fairly numb at this point. I don't know how much was really digested. I remember looking at Marv while we waited for more paperwork, "As soon as we walk outta here, I'm going to cry." (I was so brave the whole time) His response? "Why because you're going to get a baby?!" (difference between men and women my blogging friends)
So we walked outta there.
And I cried for around 2 hours...
Now I'm racking my brain trying to figure out ways to raise and save money. I have a
HUGE yard sale in mind, photo sessions to basically give away (in hopes of raising ok money quickly - and overwhelming myself in a photography way), and hopefully putting on a 5k run. More details to come.
PLEASE let me know if you can help out in
any way. Anything will help! Ideas, donations,
anything! If you work for a company who may be interested in donating or helping out with a run, will you please email me?
It's a vulnerable and humbling experience to ask for help, but we'll do whatever we have to in order to get our babies here.
Much love world,
Jill and Allen
(and won't he make an amazing father?!...sigh)