Well, I let freedom equal two weekends of binge drinking, and now, I’m over it. I’m too old (ha!) for hang overs. I want my little snuggle bug who is my excuse to leave early from a night out and my reason for not drinking.
I’m counting down the days until our consult with the new clinic. 21 to be exact.
A week ago, I finished off the medical questionnaire and contacted our former clinic to transfer our records. The always super-friendly receptionist was quite short with me on the phone, but can I really blame her? I wouldn’t want to have to spill the beans to the RE that ANOTHER patient is leaving either.
On Friday night, we got together for a BBQ with my local fertility friends. 4 couples met at one couple’s house for supper, drinks and conversation. It was perfect. We caught up with each other on where we were at cycle-wise, but the rest of the night did not focus on babies or anything fertility-related. It was like we all needed a break and we knew it. I know I appreciated an opportunity to get to know each other better. Yes, we are all struggling, but we are all people beyond this (in)fertile madness.
I discovered that one of the other girls is also considering a switch to our new clinic. Her consult is a few weeks after ours. I know I originally wanted to help build our local program, but (in)fertilty is a business. If I’m spending that much cash, I’m going where the treatment and chances are better. Rumour has it: the clinic we are looking into is currently the top in Western Canada. The decision to switch is an easy one for me.
My goal for the next few weeks is to get back on board with healthy living. I want my mind, body and spirit to be in optimal condition when we move into our IVF cycle. The countdown is on… and once again, I’m getting excited for the possibilities.