Meet The New Boss...

Well, it's been a while.

I had plans, you know.  Such great plans.   I was going to update this thing daily with all kinds of different things.   I'm sure I've mentioned it before? Stories about our life, our adventures, music, food, pictures, movies, more baby stuff. I can't really take all the blame, though.   In the last few weeks there was baseball, Angry Birds Halloween, baseball, reading, Fruit Ninja Arcade mode, and baseball.  If it weren't for the constant badgering from a certain Nigerian prince who loves this blog, there's no telling when I would've been back!

So, let's get this thing back on its feet and try again, shall we?

For a while the baby stuff has been in a kind of holding pattern.   We met with Dr. K not too long ago in an effort for us all to be on the same page.   Basically, given all the medical data he accumulated, IVF will be our most effective shot at getting pregnant at this point in the game.   Not that this information came as much of a surprise, mind you, but even the Gambler would tell you it's good to have all the cards on the table.

But then comes the clincher...cost. Dr. K is not on any insurance plan.   In fact, I swear the room grows dark at the mention of the word.   These things run about $15,000 to $18,000.  Which he needs up front.   Before we begin anything. My poker face remains on when this number drops, at least I think so, but the doctor could probably see right through it as he suggests banks that might loan the amount.

We leave that afternoon, heavy with knowledge.   My mind swirls with thoughts about how to get this money?!

My first idea comes in the next few days.   I never took it past the kernel stage, so you'll have to forgive that it's a little underdeveloped.

A dime drive.

$15,000 in dimes.

150,000 donated dimes. I thought about using the blog, Facebook, Twitter, Paypal, and whatever other monster the internets has to offer to ask people to give one dime each.  Of course more if they wished, but all we were asking for was a dime. I even floated the idea of writing Oprah for a dime.   Or a dime jar in her studio.  Celebrity guests could donate dimes!   It was going to be huge.  But after explaining it a few times and the weird looks I received, I figured I had reached for the skies, but fell short.  Oh well.

Some good comes out of this idea, though.   In talking with a coworker, I discover she is pregnant through IVF and her doctor was on our insurance plan.  What the what?!?   I get this doctor's name and we make an appointment right away!   We really, really, hate to leave Dr. K, but we just don't know if we can pass up using the insurance.   We spent the next few weeks gathering up medical records and info in anticipation.