the kind of good news that makes you cry

After our final IUI (which really wasn't an IUI, since my RE would not go through with it. But I still count it as half an IUI, since I stimmed and had 8 mature follicles and tried to get pregnant, but failed.), Buster and I decided that our next step would be IVF.

This posed a problem for us, at the time. My insurance, while covering 80% of IUIs and related meds, did not cover IVF at all. And Buster was finishing up school and getting his business off the ground, so financially we were nowhere near being ready for IVF.

Spring and summer passed. I focused on losing some weight and getting healthy. I did this pretty well, and overall had a good summer. The pain of infertility was still there. Always. Lurking under the surface, ready to bubble up and take hold. But I focused on having a great summer, and didn't expect to ever get pregnant naturally. This way I could keep my hopes from ultimately being dashed.

Then, I found out about the clinical trial. And my life was forever changed.

The trial, as many of you know, allowed us to not only afford IVF, but to become pregnant on our first and third transfers. Most of you also know how the first transfer ended. But here I am, 25 weeks strong and pregnant from that third transfer. And I have the clinical trial to thank.

I had made peace way back in April that Henry would be our only child. Ok, I can't say that I completely made peace with it, but I was really trying. I assumed he would be our only child. Sure, we have one embryo remaining in NYC. But as of right now, I'm one for three. I don't think the statistics are on my side for that remaining embryo. Plus, I didn't want to get my hopes of a sibling up, only to be dashed at some point in the future.

So all of my focus has been on this pregnancy, because I felt pretty darn certain that it would be my only one. I've scheduled maternity photos, I've allowed myself pumpkin desserts quite often, and have really been enjoying my pregnancy.

Back in July, my contract at work was up and was taken over by a new company. I still have the same job, but am employed by a new company. The joy of government work. I haven't thought much about it, other than making sure my (new) insurance is in place for all of my doctor's appointments. Oh, and to lament the fact that I am no longer eligible for FMLA because I haven't worked for this new company for a year (although I've been at my job for almost four years).

For some reason, last week, I decided to check with my new insurance on the coverage for fertility treatments. I was simply curious. My new insurance has been amazing thus far (have I mentioned the fact that I got a FREE Medela breastpump?? My insurance covered it! $300 I didn't have to spend, hooray!), so I figured I would just see what they do cover.

The people in the next cubicles over probably thought I was a complete lunatic when they heard me on the call, asking about fertility coverage. The pregnant lady asking about fertility coverage... wtf?! But they are old and were most likely fertile, so I didn't give a shit, to be honest.

My new insurance covers 100% of IVF, up to three attempts.

And that news simultaneously took the breath out of me and set me to tears.

I know this is no guarantee of a sibling for Henry, but it certainly gets us a lot closer to being a family of four than where we were before!

To say we are happy is an understatement. I feel so incredibly lucky to be pregnant right now. My pregnancy is going wonderfully, and I am absolutely loving it. And now that I know that I have the means to try again when I would like... well there are just no words.

I am one incredibly happy infertile.