As we start cycle 15, I feel numb.
When I purchased my last round of Clomid this afternoon, I was reminded by the pharmacist that it was "the last refill on the prescription." I responded with, "I am all too aware."
The last cycle of Clomid only marks the end of the less evasive measures to get us pregnant. After this, the RE has recommended three injectible medicated IUIs. In other words, the beginning of the journey into A.R.T. (assisted reproductive technologies).
Today, I decided it was time to pursue our insurance again. This time, the women told me in not so many words, they can't help us. They have done what they can. They paid for the diagnosis and if the diagnosis is a problem that cannot be fixed by an operation you are on your own.
I knew that this was more than likely their response. Yet, I find myself close to tears.
It only means the beginning of another battle in finding a secondary insurance plan which I knew would be in the future. But, for some reason, I hoped that the information I gathered was going to change the answer.
Frustration, exhaustion, and emotional turmoil is knocking on the door. I need a vacation.