We decided not to do the clinical trial. It's not completely free, we would still be on the hook for anesthesia during retrieval ($800) and meds (though I'm not sure if Tricare would pay for those). It's just Estrace and Endometrin, which they paid for during my IVF cycles. It would have been an easy cycle to do, no injections to take (not even Lupron), no daily ultrasound visits (I think they only wanted to do two) but we're really over the whole fertility treatments right now. Maybe in five years we'll revisit the idea but for now we're just going to finish up these FET's and be done with it. Our priority now is to be parents, we could care less about getting pregnant.
On the adoption front we paid the $200 pre-application fee and got our Big Packet in the mail. We read through everything but we're not ready to start chipping away at the paperwork yet. For now we're going to focus on little stuff, selling a few things on Craigslist and eBay, painting the future nursery, and then when we get back from Ireland we'll start scheduling our homestudy and all that.
Speaking of Ireland, 69 more days! After doing more research on our trip (cause you can never do too much research!) I kinda had my heart set on visiting Skellig Michael to see some puffins. I love saying that word...puffin. I smile every time I do. But I digress. Unfortunately I couldn't find a way to fit the puffin (*smile*) trip into our schedule so we're going fishing in Dingle instead. I love fishing!
And there's no way I can tie fishing into this next subject but I just felt like I needed a little FB rant. I have a friend from high school who just got married in March of last year. His wife had a little girl in September (don't bother doing the math, she was 3 months along) and his status update today said "IT'S A BOY!!!!" What.the.fuck. Don't you have to be like 4 months along to find out the sex? So that means her baby was like 8 weeks old when she got knocked up again? It never ceases to amaze me how easily some people can procreate as I sit here barren as a wasteland. Le sigh.